today, i hope i can
complete a chapter for my ff
watch Foxy Lady
make good use of my time.

had lunch with jacq yesterday and it was funny. we were both broke to the extent that we didn't even had a single CENT on us. actually, i was broke. jacq forgot to bring her purse. so we decided that, to prevent death by starvation, we had to plaster extra layers of skin on our face and borrow money.

we whispered furiously for a long time before i straightened up, handed my box to jacq and walked to daphne and jingning.

obviously, they lent us money because i don't target on mean people. now, i owe daphne $5 and jingning $4.

with the seven dollars in hand, we walked to KAP because we weren't even rich enough to afford a bus ride. we kept our eyes on the floor throughout in hope that we find an abandoned $2 note or something like that.

by the time we reached KAP, we still didn't pick up any money. so we walked through the doors of KAP and looked out for any people we knew that could lend us money. lo and behold, i saw my cousin! with her crowd of friends.

jacq and me scampered downstairs, where i used my phone to call my cousin and proceeded to borrow $10 from her over the phone. she insisted that i go upstairs where she'll hand me the money, but my dignity argued that she come down. in the end, i decided that beggars have no dignity anyway and i went upstairs. sheepishly grabbed the money with endless thanks and scrambled back down to buy food.

and thus, with the borrowed $17, we both had 8 sushi and a McWings and an Iced Lemon Tea and Medium Fries. hohoho.

i saw my primary school friend and jacq saw her church friend. what a small world indeed.

so i don't know what to do anymore. nothing's obviously good enough. for both sides. i'm stuck in the middle and whatever i do, somebody finds fault with it and i tick somebody off. am i supposed to choose a side, once and for all? because i don't want to, but i think we can all see how painful it is. please know that everybody's feeling bad, everybody. it's just sometimes, we don't actually write about it. we keep it on the inside, and maybe hope that somebody else know how painful we're feeling.

i'm going to go brush my teeth and bathe now.