Peeling my lips has already become to hobby to me, don't know when i started doing it i just did. Although it's painful and bleeds a shitload, i keep on peeling till it bleeds again and again. Sense of satisfaction... is this the begining of being a psycho? But anway, I stayed up late last night or say this morning, to think and to tidy up...

Did you ever took people for granted? (I know this sound cliché but see it though ok?) Siblings, relatives, friends you have known now, your offspring and generations ahead would not have any relations to them anymore. This fate come once and would not ever come again. Brought up with a Buddhist thinking and now switching to a Christian (back slider), I can't help to think of reincarnation.

Did you ever feel it's sad that you couldn't know the people you know this life, wonderful people. What if your borned someone much different you are now, someone living in some Middle East contry war happends, and strict traditions/religions to abide to. Or someone living in India, an indian woman, living in gender prejudice and the cast system. A Chinese? Eurasian? Causian? Black? Japanese? African? Poor, rich, strict, not bothered, broken, traditional family? What if you are borned not a human but an insect? A plant? An animal? A bacteria? What if you are born in another planet?

I'm constantly thinking about all this questions, sometimes being too overwhelm by it, of course totally freak myself out.