And so we're back to square one. After all talks and what-not, we're back to where we started.

So she's being ok and ok about it all, but not being ok at all for it. Is it me, then? For the constant seems to be me. I figured it must be. Ah but then, she's so fast to brand down on what's going to happen and what's not, and it seems to suggest that regardless of what happens to me, nothing's going to change. Kinda unfair, I feel. Because if I can change and fit the mould, then why not?

Tis' not fair. Whatever. To change, or not to change, that is the question. Nothing to lose, right? I mean at the end of the day, what does the poorest man in all sense have to lose?

I wished my coin only has one side, then I could save the trouble of tossing. Sometimes, it's not about the heads or the tails, its more like, what happens if its tails (desired being heads of course). As in all other forms of betting, we all want to win, but we often wonder, what happens if we lose? Life's games are a little bit more complicated. It isn't just x1.05 rate or something. You get the drift.

"All knowledge is precious whether it serves the slightest human use"