i woke up feeling and looking very ugly. i checked my email, not feeling very hopeful and then... AH!!! he replied! Richard Herring actually replied! i got a little high and thanked God. yesterday, i actually listened to the homily and it was bout leaving it all to God to take care of stuff. i think He did just tt. Thank God! i know it's not all over, this work. but then at least i have one less thing to fret bout.

i walked round Borders yesterday stoning and listening to music, while trying to ignore the pain in my knees and feet. i think by the end of the year, i'll probably be wheelchair bound. it's ironic you know - if i had found out bout my flat feet along time ago, i would have been exempted frm doing exercise and thus, lessen the chances of having wonkified knees. instead, i was only diagnosed with flat feet after i went to see the doctor bout my knees. oh well, but i guess it wouldn't be fun to have been exempted frm stuff, so i don't really have any regrets.

you know, a few yrs ago, i told mummy i thought i had flat feet. she said, Rubbish, what nonsense. Well lookie, wat i got now, mother - they is bloddy flat, my feet! and last time i also told zehzeh tt maybe i had some arthritic thing going on with my joints. and she brushed it off too. the moral of the story: watever lah, i only have myself to believe me.

last night, took 7 to park mall Han's with joel michelle ian antonia. ate, went Borders. waited for a reason to go home. i wanted to take a cab cos i couldn't imagine limping to the mrt station or bus stop, then having to stand the entire trip home. waited for andrew then took cab. he said Why waste your money on cab? i said Why not? i mean, wat am i spposed to waste it on otherwise? i was actually a little surprised at his question. somehow it came across as a bit materialistic. i don't have money just to show it off or to feel atas and all. why would i want to amass so much money and do no good with it?
(i'm suddenly wondering if the reason i spend so thoughtlessly is cos i think my end is near. i don't know. doesnt matter lah.) so we talked randomly, of dimensions and pickles. i like hanging out with andrew.

somehow thinking bout stuart seems to frustrate me because i can't decipher wat it is i feel or don't feel for him (and vice versa). so i found myself being curt in an sms.