its raining, its pouring, the old man is snoring..
he went to bed and knocked his head,
and couldnt get up in the morning!

so tragic! i mean i never really realised how tragic this is until i dawned on me that he died! ok maybe he didnt. perhaps like a coma but i think its more exciting if he died!

i just love the nights. so quiet, cool and peaceful. with no one around to bother me. its a good time for reflection and sorting out messed up thoughts. :) the mornings just have too much light which spoils the whole atmosphere.

was just thinking bout time the other day. it seems that time is just something relative. daylight saving and stuff. like who's the one who says that today is monday, tomorrow is tues etc? i mean, i can just say that tomorrow is sunday and not tuesday and if everyone followed suit, would we have just moved ahead in time, and skipped tues - sat?

like how its 13hrs behind in ontario and how someone might be just started the day while you're already ending it. how we just adjusted our time by 30min so as to make things easier for us between msia and stuff. so time is indeed a very relative thing.

time waits for no man. but if every man waits for time, time will wait for man.