so i'm here now...yes, this is alpha base 7 reporting from troy, NY; somewhere on the top of Mount Ida...slept through most of the flights (except one) and had barely any time--had to literally run to one flight from the other :| and now i ask myself...why? why was i running? why did i leave home? what was so wrong with it? why did i take this step? why did i make such a decision--all alone? why did i choose to be alone? all my other friends had chosen to be togther--they, too, were on my flight but they had each other till the end...and i? i just had myself with me...maybe not even myself :S...yes, not even myself...i left myself somewhere on the window seat in KL400M...i left myself sitting with my best friend, zoe--talking endlessly about all those old days *sighs* then...someone...something changed me and took me to a different plane...and now...now im back to H212 but nothing really seems like my room...this isn't my room...and i look at myself but...but this isn't me...please tell me this isn't tell me...tell me im not here.

note to readers: we believe life is (almost) all about catching flights, riding busses, waiting in the trains, paying for cabs, driving the cars, and looking for hitch-hikers :P *sighs*