and with the price of an all-night/day Battlestar-Galactica Season One-viewing marathon just, pounding away within my skull and of the buzz-buzzin' from the mid-afternoon wake-up caffeine offering delusional naked-cylons (somehow they must be connected, wot?) and the vision beyond my window to the outside realm of reality offers a milky visualscape (or most probaly tis the current haze problem in singapore) for which i reach out with my outstretched godly-hands to try and wipe the sky down ... and i find my fingers caught in the aluminum-grill which embraces my bedroom window ...
maybe next time then ...
and as i sit a mere one feet away from my 17-inch screen (and merely 4 seconds away from being absorbed completely by the cyberweb), i find myself contemplating the eternal humanoid question of:
how the frak did i forget my liverjournal password?nevertheless thru successive emails thru-n-fro, i've
begged and pleaded managed to retrieve said errant password and re-established dominion unto this online-entity, and hence this
senseless entry, which serves no other purpose than to ramble on about nothing of particular import and of trying to relieve the buzzbuzzin' within my warped mindbile, that seems to be whispering deafening echoes to me ... but i still know not what is truly means ... mayhap i never will ...
and i leave you with this:

for if it's truly the
haze, then we should consider some protection, eh?

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herecheerios and seey'all in a bit :)