shall blog a quick post before i gotta start rushing.

we all need breaks. but as we are taking that little break, guilt jus start creeping into you. i never knew myself as a sit-down-for-12-hours-a-day-mugging-till-you-drop-dead sort. or should i say i couldnt.

and yes, i'm at a very great disadvantage like that. screwwwww it.



time stops. the surrounding air move a little before stagnating.
breathe in that bit of air. stop. time seemed to pass a little for a moment then.
turn to the right a little, realising that everything seemed to be still moving actually.
turn to the left then, realising that all along, it's only me who think time has stopped.

the world is still revolving; it didn't and wouldn't stop for me.