Today with all the love in the air, I was reminded of what a certain awesomefriend promised God. And how I subsequently realized how much sense it made, and how God wanted it for me as well because of my heart's desires. I'll only be able to love someone the way Christ does (if but a dull reflection) once I learn to love God first. So that's my promise to God.

I'm determined not to let things of the heart have any more importance than it should. This year it really really sucked seeing so many of my friends crumble because of the whole BGR thing.

I took a spiritual gifts test. I don't have the gift of celibacy. THANK YOU LORD HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Eh I was really quite worried okay. D:

I was in a hurry to leave home so I wouldn't be late, and I just slipped on the nice feminine (HAHA) slippers that Syl and Cel gave me for my birthday in Sec 3. It's given way before but I mended it cos I really liked it (I bet Cel's damn happy now). Only in church did I realize that the trap was literally hanging by a thread and I just kept praying that it'll last.

As luck would have it, I dropped by J8 to walk around after the wedding and THE STRAP CAME OFF. I was walking from the MRT station so there were all these people coming from all sorts of directions and I was just looking at the slipper in disbelief. The strap was totally detached from the base so I had two options:

(a) Go barefeet
(b) Walk with only the base of the slipper until I find a shoe shop

I knew that (b) would subject me to weird looks all around but (a) might actually grant me a one-way ticket to a certain institution in WoodBridge so I went with the lesser of the two evils. It was BAD. I had to drag the slipper with my feet the whole way and it made this horrible noise as it dragged across the floor. People were looking cos I was walking with a limp HAHA and I only found slippers 20minutes later.

On Thursday I was going home and had to change trains at Raffles Place Interchange. As the train was stopping, I saw that the train I was supposed to change to had arrived. So I poised myself to like RUN (it's something I don't usually do, but it's 5metres, just whack lah). As the door opened, I psyched myself up with thoughts of how I'd have to wait another 6 minutes just staring into space if I didn't manage to catch that train. The moment the door opened wide enough for me to fit through (and yes, that would be when it's fully opened), I just forgoed all my dignity and CHARGED forward, hoping to make it before the door of the train closed. When I just had one more stride to go, the door CLOSED but because of the dumb laws of Physics (INERTIA I HATE YOU), I couldn't stop in time, so I just collided with the closed train door. And I was so embarrassed I contemplated jumping on the tracks to just end it all. But I think the train driver felt the tremors and decided to open the doors in case I try to attempt a bodyslam against the train and cause it to derail.

So I made it home, with 6 minutes to spare. Yay. :)