Ah...slept so late last night and woke up so early. *shakes head* I'm lucky my cold's more or less gone--well, at least my damned nose stopped leaking--cough seems to be holding back either. Will have to watch my food later.

Going to watch Van Helsing with my dear Pigsy and YP. Haha. The few of us have been spending so much time together this vacation, and well, I think it's one of the better ones I've had in all my years of schooling. It's a simple, yet intense pleasure to be gained when one spends quality time with friends--quality time meaning: doing *anything*.

I don't know what came over me last night. It was after I went offline at ten plus, after talking to Sharon...I got this...weird feeling. I was kinda boring Sharon by speaking out the Pitch Black transcript. I guess that was what started it. I was thinking of Riddick, then John Iron (my character which I've moulded after Riddick) and one whole load of other shit.

Couldn't sleep. I turned on the lights, slumped onto my bed, and just...felt weird. I wanted to DO something; I just didn't know what. I thought of writing and creating more characters, but that didn't feel right. I just didn't know what I wanted to do. It was a compelling feeling, but one that confused me greatly, being directionless. Or well...perhaps I'm just too dimwitted to see where it wanted to take me. Heh.

So, I wrote a poem...it was very forced, not one of my best, but I guess it'd have to do.

I saw two worlds the other night,
both of young and old;
One held the strength of summer green,
the other: barren, cold.

They spun together, round and round,
and wove their tales and lore;
From their bodies came lights that seemed
of blue and silver core.

Together, hand-in-hand,
they dropped into Ocean deep;
Cold, and colder they saw their fate,
eternal rest, eternal sleep.

Into fire they now passed,
and from water departed;
Flames kissed them with lover's touch,
much more than they wanted.

Now came they into air,
light and boundless flight;
The wind was strong, and tossed them about,
fey in its delight.

Earth came fourth, and rumbled out:
that destiny shall not pass,
till he came to understand
the journey of his last.

And at last they came to Void,
that place devoid of things;
It slowed down, and then they saw,
the four of its siblings:

Water: the giver of life,
too much of it will hurt;
Fire: burning of purity,
that cleanses as it purge;
Air: refreshes as it spins,
colder and colder...warm;
Earth: the symbol of stability,
raises its voice in song.

Four of them spun and held,
made in wars and plays;
Void came forth from their wound,
in midst of divisions and stays.

All these I saw, and more it seems,
but I dared not speak;
For I saw all those and more
in my eyes, and hearts that seek.

Rubbish!!!!! :'(