of courage and boredom

well i guess both can make you do things that isn't really the thing that you would ever do.

courage, well that was well used when i went out (for fun, i love x-men origins: wolverine!) for the first time with my mom. it took lots of guts for me to go around the mall (gateway) in crutches and i can pretty much say that i did it quite well. it was fun watching people watching me. it was like as if i was a fish inside an aquarium or something (and i didn't even need courage to get through that).

i thought escalators would pretty much be the hill that i had to overcome, but what the... i didn't even break a sweat.

as for boredom, well, i proudly say that i manage to get through recording a video of me singing in facebook (message me and i'll add you up, let's mafia baby!) because a friend of mine wouldn't stop pressuring me into making one just like she did (ok, ok, that's an excuse. i pretty much did the video for me). but hey, i got it done and i feel good about atleast 2 out of 3. the other one was a bit of a disappointment, but who cares.

so, of courage and boredom in the midst of trying times (having my accident and all), productivity is the only way to go! wohoo me!

party, speed, crash, break and wait

party to celebrate a day of adding one to the number. i drink in the lavish and overflowing supply of enjoyment.

speed defines the want for a conversation long overdue, thus speed defines the rush for home as well.

crash went my world when a blinding light came flying through my path and kissed my leg with poisonous lips. pain and misfortune wrought upon me and my family.

break comes in different forms, from my tibia and fibula, my being a nurse, to my summer enjoyment as my birthday draws near.

and now i wait to be free from the hurt. to release myself from the helpless resolve stamped on me by fate. i wait for life to get back on tract.