as if typing a script for theatre is not enought, i've migrated to the blog to continue typing! and at 4am in the morning. joy.

and as the nights draw longer, my mind goes into autopilot. unable to think of what's important right now. basically haywire. (hence i'm at the blog)

i wonder how long has it been since i talked to you? probably almost 2 months since we had a decent conversation that could last more than 2 sentences. and i think about all the past times, there was always a basic level of communication available. you'd call if you're bored, i'd IM if i were.

now, even smsing seems impossible. much less call or IM. you've been on my mind some times, and i would wonder how are you doing, or if you're ok. although i could pretty much guess given facebook etc. i wonder if you're waiting for me to try again? or you're still at square one: not comfortable talking to me.

right now projects are killing me, and i dont really have the mood to take up a pencil to write a snail mail. so i was thinking that maybe emailing might be a better option?

well, not to say you'd even read this space. heck. i'll just send an email. and see what happens.

Waihong, out.