finally! a pair of new running shoes from queensway sc. it's not exactly fantastic looking but at least to me it's like the only pair that i felt comfortable with. another pair of orange ones in the same series caught my eye initially, but when i saw a girl pleading with her parents for the same pair, i decided perhaps it was a little too gay for me. or too metrosexual. a pleasant surprise at the counter too when i found out there was a big discount. eased my guilt since my dad paid. hey i'm not a spoilt brat ok, i didn't actually ask my dad to pay. give me some leeway lah, i draw a measly pay.

actually i am still tempted to buy another pair of shoes, perhaps from camper. and i still haven't gotten my new clothes for cny. plus i need to get a couple of gifts. how sad.

also i found the courage to ask a friend a burning question i couldn't find the answer to. and it's been more than 4 years already. i didn't know the answer was so simple. maybe there's more to it than meets the eye. but at least finally, it will perhaps stop haunting me.

just something else unrelated i recalled. in the movie about schmidt, i always interpreted the ending where schmidt breaks down upon receiving the thank-you letter from his tanzanian foster child as one of redemption, when he finally found solace and comfort in something he did right, after sinking into depression and a twilight crisis of sorts throughout the movie. recently i've been taught to see it another way: "schmidt's tears are of shame - his foster child is someone who has known true suffering and here he is whining away about his poor old middle-class life". by the way if you didn't watch it, just ignore this bit. i'm just getting all arty farty.

i just broke my record again. today's post(s) is the longest by far.