Whoever said that smoking is bad for a person simply has no sense of being. Of all things that can bind people together, two tops the list: over a cigarette or over a drink. That said, I do not mean things literally because doing so might just win you the Jackass of the Year award even though we are only a quarter of the way through the year.

I mean sure it can be detrimental to your health. Then again, what isn't? Even something as "healthy" as going for a walk can be detrimental if you overdo it. I am not suggesting moderation here nor am I not not suggesting it. I am not suggesting anything. All I am saying that too much of something kills, too little of it kills too. Find the perfect balance (of High and Low).

That said, I made a couple of new friends over smokes (while waiting for my friends to arrive to watch Ro Bin Hood). A stranger asking for a light ended up in a light conversation of how the system is screwing PRs like him. A few minutes later, another uncle came and ask for a light. And the conversation picked up from there. In the world of smoking(or drinking for that matter), there are no such thing as strangers.

What is a stranger? A person that you don't know? A person that doesn't know you? Truth be told, nobody knows every single person that lives on this island country of ours. WE just assume that there are over 5million people living here. We are so certain of this that we do not stop to ask ourselves, "Are there really 5 million people?". We just assume that they exist though we have NEVER (and it'll probably stay that way) that there are indeed 5 million people.

If so, what if we met someone for the first time but can be engaging in a conversation as if we've known them for years on end. It was as if that the meeting was just like the previous ones even though there are no previous ones. How does one explain that? I am curious about that myself.

On a different note, I've been having rather strange dreams lately. It's recurrence is so high that it is not strange to me anymore. Every night its the same thing over and over again. I'll be either fighting something or someone. But last night's was particularly weird. Everything was so vivid. The pain of getting shot felt real. The weight of the pistol I carried felt real. So was the recoil of each shot. And the pain of losing the people that I truly care about felt real too.

It was like this: during the conflict, I lost track of my family members. So I accessed the database to search for them. Each search yielded the exact response: KIA. WTF! Everything felt very real. I saw the faces of the people in my dream. Even the most veteran soldier that I know of in the SAF was in it. The exasperated look on his face says it all: All hope is lost.

I don't know why Im writing all of this but yeah I am. hahahaha! Okay, apparently, I have lost track of what I really wanted to say so yeah.

If all is not lost, then where is it?