Ran in the rain today. It was really refreshing: the steady rhythm of our footsteps, our sweat mixed with rain, the fogging and wet lenses of our glasses, our problems temporarily forgotten- only concentrating on our steps. I love the feeling of my heart pounding against my chest as I strive to move my aching muscles faster, faster. My mind is cleared, focused only on one goal. The one goal that would lead me to the finishing line.

I finally understood. An irony it is, that for the longest of times, I have been trying hard to, with no avail, but in the end it took just a moment: just one defining moment, and no more.

The nightmare that I have been dreading from the start is finally going to come true. Nights I have spent, tossing and turning in bed, pondering on how to prevent this. But that did nothing to stop it: it is finally going to happen.

At your mercy will be the verdict. If grave and ill, let the guillotine come down quickly. Leave no uneccessary pain. The sentenced will be grateful. If joy be, let it be said fast, for sand in the hourglass is flowing slower than the heart is breaking.

Went home for lunch, but found out that my mum didn't cook at all. Had to open some canned curry(left over from ATC, surprise) to eat. It was the saltiest food I have ever eaten, other than salt itself. Wonder if the name on the can was mistakingly spelt as Spicest Curry when it should be Saltiest Curry. At least I heated it; so it didn't taste too bad.


I love standing in the rain, because nobody can see me crying.