I was browsing through my list of Facebook 'friends', and I realised that I don't even know some of these people. Those I did know though, well, I haven't met them in quite a while. Hmm. Oh, there's my ex-girlfriend. So.. as Facebook asked me: "How did you know *oknum-X*?", would it be wise for me to write "We dated", or "We hooked up".

It'll look pretty dodgy, if you know what I mean. So for these people, I'd leave it blank.

And there's this one person that I haven't even met in real life. Where's the option for "We met in Cyberspace". And there's this one person that I've only met like, twice. What should I say for this? "We met randomly"?.

Maybe it's just me and how I get to meet these people. After all, some of the most interesting people that I know of are those that I've only met once. Single-use friends. You know those condiments and one-use shampoos at Hotel rooms? I tend to think of these people as, well, one-shot use. After all, there's no chance that I'll ever meet them again. It could be that girl sitting next to you on a train, or this one person that you'll never get to meet again, because she lives on the other side of the world.

And lately, I've been wondering to myself; How do you repeat miracles? Well, maybe not miracles.. but well, let's just say you had a fantastic time with a person, and you'd do anything for it to happen again.

I know I'm drifting slightly out of topic.. but I've been thinking about this since the last few days. It's been on the back of my mind.

And it's 3.29 in the morning. I've had too much coffee, and I'm being so delusional right now, I could be experiencing emotions that I don't usually get during the day. Such as.. I don't know, missing someone?

And that, is one absurd emotion. There is no such thing as 'missing someone'. It's just a word that we made up to replace "lusting for", and "depending on".. or "wanting for". After all, we are crude, decaying matter that enjoys making up these words and concepts so that we have a purpose to live.

So, anyway, a bit of disclaimer here. What I write here is not totally relevant and may be regarded as a meaningless, droning wall of text. Meaningless. Wall of text. Everything I write in this entry is not true. Not true, I tells ya!

I need some sleep.

And by the way, it's September 11 today. It has been six long years since then, and look where we are now, drowning in paranoia. Ah well, it could be worse. We could be having nuclear-strike emergency drills every week, like back in the Cold War. Heh.