First Breath

My break has come to an end finally.

With work up to my throat for a couple of weeks, this break is definitely a gift.
Its like being in the water (without a gas tank or a scuba), then gulping the first breath once breakin the surface. Dat first breath is my break.

With the break comes to an end, what follows is the subsequent breath. First one, relieving, but following would be the time when the realization of oxygen deficit kicks in. Then u realize ur still suffocating no matter how hard u breathe, for a while, with some funky spin in ur head at times complemented by a thunder of ur own breath as if ur disconnected from the surrounding reality. And then it will be the time an avalanche of work crumbles and raises a series of tsunami size waves. Yea RUN u bttr run. U’ll be engulfed but u might chance survival if u tried ur very best. U might.

Another one takes place in a different setting. Eyes closed. In the water. Volatile. A multitude of current attacks from all direction initially, which later on concentrates in one stream. Directionless. But force can be felt to push him away from his surrounding which he is familiar with since he has all the sense given. Timeless. Waves over waves of pushes. Silence. Then waves after waves again. Then noise. Mayb light too. People crying. Laughing. He feels afloat before something impacts on his ass. Then first breath. That’ll be the imaginary illustration of the coming of another debataby lol. Congrats~!

Yea another fren has gotten a baby. Another one will be expected soon.

The first breath is then celebrated annually, to commemorate the gamble of lives on that day. However, I have had one of my most celebrated ones this year. Really grateful for those who have played a role in that. Starting with my fam(which refused to celebr8 w a cake cuz it coincided with another funky Chinese festival :P), my gay frens (who also happened to be the first guys to buy me a bouquet of flowers in my life @my convo :P), the notorious Charliean craziloids who shouted with me in the k-room (k for krazie oo yeah, n itz really really really fun :P. 360k thanks to every1 for that, esp heay the organizer) and the voracious SPICE gals eating before me for 3 hours without a break with undivided attention (and then k box again lol):P Really enjoyed every bit of it. Some said I celebrated my bday longer than the king lol. Honestly I felt bttr than one when I had fun :P

Like most real life stories, it just cant be perfect.
It really would be if I could slp.
And without the strange random dream marathon even if I could.
(seriously I could remember one that I was takin photos all the time while I was slp’g and its not fun). I wished I could design a button to put me to slp at my wish.



Especially worse when my class starts 2mr and have lotsa work pending long enough to get over with. Yea even with my unimaginably odd repulsion to conformity. So I think I should try again.

Let me end this by some weird stuff that has happened in my life or some weird thoughts spurred out of the moment while I’m adam :P

1) Is the wave of human relation intensities analogue or digital if they could be graphed?
2) When I Adamized Mich
a. The body is the container of u, the latent energy is still who u r :P

Well, probably that’s a lil bit of this and that from a sea of random thoughts, happenings or illusionary reality of my life.

Do welcome Adamization once again.
At 0348.
Goodnite.