spoons and shoes

So... i've been running the past few days, and i figured that it could be a good alternative to climbing in the mean time. Since there's no climbing gym here, i don't have much of a choice now do i? It's kind of weird being the only one in the university jogging every late afternoon. But then, it's worth every step. It keeps me from feeling so weak and helpless because there's no wall here, which in itself sucks so much i'd want to change university asap.

Aside from running, eating is the only other word i've come to know much about these past few days. Yes, of course, that motivates me to run. I feel like i'm watching the world from space, and i remain in a chronosphere while everyone is in a constant flux of emotions and change. Not that i'm not subject to both, but maybe it's because of a change in perception.

Perception. That's another chapter in my book. I have discussed about that only so much in my first few blogs here, and i'm not about to delve into another rant-o-mania about that.

And oh yeah. There's something in the room. I haven't gotten around to know what/who it is yet. I will have to find out soon.