2.11am
imagine with me. something got stuck on you. dun ask wat. watever. n u try to take it off. it sticks to your hand. you try to pry it away with your other hand n it gets stuck on that other hand. you shake it, it doesnt fall off. you try using other apparatus. doesnt budge. its so darn stuck.

next. you try to throw away something on your desk, deciding that you've had had enough of it. dun ask wat. watever. you dump it into the wastebin beside your desk. n when you lift your head, it's there. back on your desk. you do it like 10 times with the same result. then you take it and walk to the rubbish chute, and throw it down. you saw it go down. but when you return to your desk, there it is again. then this time you tried to make sure you get rid of it by personally handing it to the rubbish collector when his huge rubbish truck came around. then you walk back to your house, to your desk. and sitting right there: it.

you can slum down into a heap of despair, shake your head in total disbelief, sink your chin into your palms in frowning resignation or laugh hysterically as if you've lost your mind. you can do one or all the above, even in sets of different permutations. but you juz cant walk away fr it. it's stuck as stuck is, on you.


imagination or realisation?
impossiblity or reality?
cup half full or half empty?
nightmare or wildest dream come true?
blessing or curse?