spent the past half an hour reading reviews/readings about seven types of ambiguity. i must say i've been empowered to read the remainder of the book in a new fresh and revitalized aspect. so now i can vaguely make out the message i was suppose to get out of reading the book. one of teh best book i've laid my hands upon.

its night time once again. some fall into a deep slumber, more often than not, after an angelic touch of comfort (for some its in the form of an sms, for others it may be a phone call, or perhaps the mere thought of that special someone or something) for me, i dont really know what or whom i should think about. as i mentioned earlier on, im in this state of constant flux. its a paradox btw. each night, i just try to fall asleep. emotionless.

as the stars shine in the sky, i know they shine for you. goodnight.