back to day one of the week again. again and again. just that this time round, i thought it feels as though it's a faster routine. i see the front and the end, but missed the process half the time despite wanting to. ah wells.
for Nth time, nothing waits.
i shouldnt be finding mondays draining really. i thought i should be capable to handle it. somehow as time passes, as life goes on, i just find my capacity to cope shrinking unfortunately. maybe it's the degree of challenge from the tasks and yadayada or maybe it could be as simple as a fact that i've remembered wrongly. i cant do those things in the past. i still cant now. eeeeks. that doesnt sound appealing at all.
btw, as quheng's msn nick goes though i cannot fly, im not content to crawl. motivational, isnt it? heh. im too easily contented? i wonder. and he thinks i look emo. does emo ever have a look? o.O
anyway i should stop emo-ing. damned.
tiny steps in doing big things; should not feel discouraged; maybe the timing just isnt right yet;
