Running Days

If only running days were days in which i was running. Nary was i running but standing still, the days themselves were running away from me. Teachers' Day would have come, had a cup of coffee and gone before i even noticed were it not for blogs i read and friends who speak.

These days i'm just dazed. Or numb. Or care-less. A dangerous routine to get into, wakeup - work - sleep but atleast there is some variation to it than just sleep - sleep - never wakeup everafter.

It seems living life, in Nogum City is nothing more than a well practiced routine. Two years of kindergartern, in which i failed, six plus four years of uniformed schooling, three years polytechnic, two years national service, three years of holiday in Gippy, the years themselves runneth'! All in my bid to struggle against mediocrity.

Oh well...