here's the insomniac me posting yet again. i like the wee hours of the night for it's solitude, lack of noise, no hum-drum. i like the quietness so i can gather my thoughts and somehow it just flows, or at least the desire to post is there. whilst now i can't think of much to write, one thing i do think of is the part of hiding from things we have done. do you ever wonder why you actually did something when you've already done it? trying to make sense of your action, and somehow you can't seem to pinpoint a single one reason? sometimes you rather just think it didn't exist, -poof- and it's gone, swept under the rug. yet, like with words spoken, it cannot be taken back... what's done is done, and that's why the saying goes 'don't cry over spilt milk'. but i suppose as humans we try to rationalise our behaviour, or is it just me?

anyway not exactly THAT insomniac, going to sleep now, leave the thinking for later. night folks!