at 11:04, i got awakened by my dad. And from then, i won't be visiting my lalaland till a pretty couple of hours. As I picked up the call, my body reminded me of the proud achievement this morning. With a few bruises and a scrape, a pain in the ass, I reached hall with the bike that i changed for the third time. It was easier than I portrayed and thought it would be. This made me realise again, how I usually think that i wouldn't be able to do something, or how i see my situation to be dire and hopeless, but end up accomplishing them any way. We might get hurt, take a few falls in between, but nonetheless, get through them. Because life is an on going process. It moves on and on, it doesn't give you a time out, nor a rewind. it dashes on, on the road of no return. A really narrow road, with space occasionally to make room for some company along the way. But sometimes, theres only room for yourself. So face it, and move with a brave heart. If you make wrong decisions, you just have to wait for the next cross road. There might be a U-turn sign somewhere, but time is still moving forward, so you decide, if you want to make that U-turn. It gives you a chance to revisit your wrong moves, but then again, do we want to waste the time? or could we just move on, and see what lies ahead. After all, we are all driving towards the final destination. its just what route you chose to take, and whether U-turns pay off in the end.

i have every intention to shop at town later. Last minute shopping lest i go topless on the first day of CNY with only bottoms and heels ( I'm not feeding anyone ideas, really. ) Though i'd really love to catch a movie or two. but i doubt the possibility of it. my knees are complaining, my thighs too. they are whining about my grand plans.

anyway, i don't know if i was subconsciously using the accommodation theory, but what if i were? it shows something isn't it? Then maybe I should just shed whatever shell that's not helpful to people's perception of me. but i feel as confused as the yuan yang yesterday night. Who am I , really..