The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
i don't know why am i so hesitant.
what i wanted has been in front of me, but i'm searching for other options. because i am afraid to take the dive in.
wah lau, dilemma la!