Things are in limbo yet again, aren't they....

they always are.

Funerals are just very weird, interesting, things. it's like, why does it take a funeral, or a death, for people to realise the importance of living everyday to the best you can, knowing that life is short, a wisp, a little breath, and then we pass away. and there's no turning back, no room for regrets, no space to say 'i should have done this', or 'i should have done that'; it's all useless, all wasted.
so isn't it more important to live according to your principles and love everyday because you know that once you don't, even regret will not save that day from being a waste.
 
hmm.

so how's life from last time, hmms let me think, i don't know for sure. i'm sure things were fine, they usually are.
 
had a nice dinner party at colin's house last saturday. met up with an old friend, had an interesting time talking about situational puzzles. played lots of good tennis on sunday with chris. sigh. but wasted, i should have gone to BAYBEATS!
 
everyone said it was so funky.
sheesh.
wasted.
 
 
my life.
hmms.s..