I wanna run

Not too sure about the hiding bit but I definitely wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside. Or at least the fiber-glass cast that holds my fractured ankle inside.

It's been 3 weeks since I made that 90-degree turn that the just-rained-on tiles in front of church topped up to a 270-degree one. Hardly 3 seconds and it cost me my full walking rights for about 3 months.

Have gone through quite a bit and learnt a great deal from the experience, a lot of which I've written down in my journal but really haven't had enough energy to transfer to my blog. So for now, will just put up an image that reflects the essence of the time (disorienting yet er... dramatic) and come back to update this post a little later.

Photo credit: Saw Poh Sim

Song reference: U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name"