Just came back from my tutorial. Took a long way back home, lost in my own thoughts, that I forgot where my legs were taking me. See, maybe thats the problem - I was too lost. -____-"

Lost in this world where emotions are the fundamental of beings; that make us humane. And that, my emotionally detached presence means I am not humane enough? *Laugh* I do wonder what am I being really? Hah. Zombified is probably the best word to describe this presence then, especially in this sleepless condition. Eyes that stare right ahead, face that remains stoical and tired arms limping by my side. And so this zombie trudge, trudge, trudge, aimlessly. Glazed eyes a tell-tale sign of a blank mind. Or maybe mind too busy thinking of things, that do not involve other little human beings; as she wanders out and about, occassionally emitting raspy gruntle sounds. After all, zombies are not expected to make conversations with humans anyway. Much less to understand the alien concept of humans' emotions. Hah.

Yeah. My tutorial just now was frustrating. Disheartening to say the very least, even to a zombie. Hah hah hah. Or maybe I am not a zombie. Maybe I am just being robotic. Robotic me. How nice. How efficient, dont you think so? After all, we are living in this super-modernized world with skyscrapers, mini satellites and microchips, who do not love robots?
Robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots robots.
Switch me on, let me do my work, then switch me off again. And I even come with a remote control. So you can press buttons and dictate what I am to do. And robots dont think about humans either. Again, robots dont understand emotions.

Hah.. >.<

Aite. I better stop here. Gotta shower before my skin threw another bouts of rashes again.. (another thing that robots dont have. Hah.) hot shower, refreshing hot shower ... maybe Ill think clearly after that. =) So, be nice, little people. Heh.