Take me somewhere nice.
Listening to Mogwai's "Take me somewhere nice" brings to mind many images, vignettes from the past. Also, so many questions I don't have the answers to.
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Listening to Mogwai's "Take me somewhere nice" brings to mind many images, vignettes from the past. Also, so many questions I don't have the answers to.
So today I went down to SPH after school at 530pm to meet Huifen. It was quite a good meeting, and we are trying to figure out how I can start to freelance for them.
The knee's better from 3 weeks ago. But it's still very tender, I still don't have my full range of movements and it's not very much fun to limp around alone.
I have been carrying this weight around this whole week. Perhaps if I cry now I will feel better. But I don't want to. Because it is all my fault. Why cry then?
I have been holding back tears the whole day now. I don't want to cry now. So I bury myself in work.
It feels really sucky to be hobbling around. When your leg won't allow you to do what you want to do, your confidence really takes a hit and you feel inadequate and helpless. Health is wealth. I am reminded. From now on, I will remember to do a good warm up and warm down. I am not getting younger and I cannot afford to take such things for granted anymore. This sprained knee is a wake up call.