- Man who run in front of car get tired, Man who run behind car get exhausted -

It's been one of those days. One of those long, agonising days, the kind you wish away, the kind you do so much to avoid, the kind that tells you you're in a rut.
It was rather apparent in the way I dictated to Merisa. I droned on half-heartedly and in a reverie of a semi-surreal quality, as if I'd spent the last 5 years doing that same exercise.

The incidence of me staring transfixed at the screen in my lectures, sailing on a meandering path like a streamlined eel through the sea of words from that plump, prolix and perplexing pansy at the front, is becoming increasingly common these days, it seems, to my extreme distress.

Installation of NAV 05 on the ol' computer and a perfunctory scan on the system produced a mere 387 files detected. The irony that the electronic brain is as cluttered as its human counterpart is not lost on me.

They say that at the end of the day, the king and the pawn go in the same box.

But Do you really wanna to be like them / Do you really wanna be another trend / do you wanna be a part of that crowd?

Is there anyone out there, cos it's getting harder and harder to breathe