Things happened and things changed. Nothing seems to be able to stay constant. Even in a quiet neighbourhood like mine, nasty things can occur. Thinking that it is always safe, I always like to run around the neighbourhood at night. Thinking that it should be safer in the morning, a nasty attack just happened.

10 mins early, the coast was clearer than the threatening dark sky. However, 10 mins later, police car and policemen were gathering at the street. If I had not gather wrongly, a drunkard just attacked a passer-by's head and he is bleeding somewhat profusely, though conscious. What would have happened if I had been running at a faster speed, if my muscle never aches, would I be the target then?

Life is so.... unpredictable... and weak..