spent the whole of sunday at ecp, finally learnt how to cycle (thanks sam and rayner!!). also renewed my membership at klutz central, now sporting several bruises tt are blooming nicely and another souvenir at the knee, no thx to a poorly- secured knee guard.. still, had a brilliant time blading/ cycling/ kayaking/ doing way too many things in one day =P can't wait to go again =)

wrt the previous entry, i'm over that.. guess it's just a phase. which brings me to the next ponder topic of the week: how do you find out if something was just a phase, like a temporary insanity that you've gotten over by now, or whether it's something for life but it's just going through a quiet, lull period? hm. don't regret publishing tt post (yet) though, if anything maybe one day i'll be able to track how naive i was and be thankful that i grew up. sth like "flowers for algernon", but without the IQ

and speaking of books, hv discovered this amazing czechoslovakian author, Bohumil Hrabal. "too loud a solitude" is about how the written word can never really be destroyed. ironic that i picked up that book w/o looking at its writeup 'cos figured every book deserves a reader, for all the work the author went through.. "dancing lessons for the advanced in age" is an amazing 103- pg sentence devoid of full- stops, as narrated by a cobbler whose focus shifts so rapidly and irreverently it's hard to keep track. and yep that's my 2 cents' worth of book reviewing, simply wanted to share this author.

good evening! =)