These days when assignments-free days are so scarce and full free weekends are things of the past, I truly deeply enjoy spending time on my own, cooped up in my own room fiddling with my latest game on the console or just delighting in the pages of a newly-purchased book. I love days like these, it became so rare these days. The only glitch was it was freezing cold in the morning - horrendous snow downpour as early as 8 oclock in the morning. I had stopped getting all excited of this phenomenon and only silently took in my flatmates' delighted squeals outside - no doubt taking numerous pictures. Again. Haha.

Last night, I went out for a dinner with people I saw around the hospital. Spent quite a good money on that lavish dinner which was, quite worth it I think.. only I found the tofu and vegetables dishes were a tad too salty. Heh. I had never used to care about my salt intake, I had never complained about food being too salty before for I was the one who was used to consider potato chips were proper meals. Hrm.. I wonder what else has changed..?

Yesterday, a colleague saw me trying to jaywalk across the street, while my mind was busy calculating ways on how to safely dodge the traffic. She ran towards me and grabbed my left arm and we crossed together. It was funny - how I had never really talk to her before this year. I remembered how we were supposed to work together for a group project in second year, and she blew off our meetings and ... lets just say, the groupwork didnt turn out well. I remembered early this year when I read my email and saw her name in my subgroup and immediately cursed under my breath for such an ill-fate. Now, she is one of the regular faces that I see.. To my initial surprise, she was not the cold distant person that I thought she was.

The other day, a friend turned to me and asked whether I love surprises and changes. I exclaimed that I dont mind 'changes' as long as they dont happen in my life. We laughed and clicked glasses while the others in the table erupted into another topic of conversation. But as I sat on that high stool and drinking my ice chocolate - I realized how my reply was actually a lie and was just coming short of a hypocrisy. Hadn't life took an entirely different turn this year? And hadnt I smile and greet changes with open arms without even slightly batting my eyes?

There are things that used to be innate to me that were lost in this transition called adaptations. But I hadn't mourn over the loss of these things that I had thought used to make up me, the person called Liza when she hadnt get her priorities all mixed up..