when i actually feel scared to visit my blog, it must be saying something. who feels afraid of visitng their own blog? apart from me of course. im feeling restless, bloated, bored, drained, but most of all, just restless. the room door's closed on me, my sister's within; i know not what shes doing and no, i dont want to know. hmm, and people say we're close? haha. (that's just an afterthought)

closeness of relationships are really hard to define. i might think A is a close friend of mine and she may just think we're just normal friends. alas, there is no clear cut way to define the degree of closeness between 2 people. imperfect nature of knowledge perhaps? thought and truth dont necessarily coincide.

what is the truth about knowledge anyway? is what we know necessarily true and is what is true the absolute truth? is there truth in history? after all, its a story and not all stories bear what is true and absolute. so then perhaps our lives are just lies and what we know are just, well, lies.

ah okay, i was just trying to form an argument which turns out to be incoherent and plainly utter rubbish. (: but what fun, to indulge your mind at times and let it think just a bit in this stifling environment.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.

-William Shakespeare