It was as if I were suspended in the water-soaked atmosphere rather than in a filthy dilute chlorine pool, when I could finally breathe. It's a different kind of breathing, almost similar to the kind that comes inevitably with running.




















The past week has been 2012-one-of-a-kind. Idk how to put it and I never really was one with words anyway, but I wished things would stay that way. I guess you can call it a 'simple lifestyle'. But no. I should have known better than to place any form of faith or trust in any thing that is not.... a rock.




Sleep deprivation alert is on red so I shall eat some well-undeserved tauhuay and perhaps crash before my hair falls out and eyeballs burst because it is Lit tomorrow