so im back, sitting with all sort of aloneness one would feel having been denied of good sleep . half naked against dishwalla and contemplating not to drink though outside are demons screaming for a shot of delirium. hmm.. where am i? i got to ask that everytime i wake up. always away.. always on somebody elses bed, somebody elses shirt, somebody elses tootbrush, somebody elses wife, somebody elses burial... always not home. away with my unwashead jeans and orange slipper. away with 2 months worth of neurological debt to elis. away without the prospect of returning. away with my mobile phone tucked on my drawer together with my boxers that i never really get to use and a thousand half-burnt letters proclaiming half-truths about love and suicide attempts. away with pandora's box while angry demigods hurl bolts of insane possibilities at me. like, one; the possibility of being ran over like a cat on the middle of lacson street while going to mcdo; two, the possibility of elis having a nervous breakdown with whatever amnesiac frenzy i am going through now; three, the possibility of drowning in lagoon; four, the possibility of acquiring wisdom while eating tuna sandwich; five, the possibility of finding myself dead for the past four freaking years. Naahhh, i cant finish until the twentieth but i think its really possible i can do the hola while writing a blog. I had air for dinner and it must be affecting whatever brain cells i have left. tantananaaaan!!!! i got to go, its time to watch the North Koreans launch their taepodong-2 missiles at my office in #49 north capitol road.