my arms ache as if i have been doing weights. came home after 2 days of chalet, only to hear drilling and hammering from the apartment directly above mine. loud as if they were made right beside me.

Was having caregroup farewell sharing when i noticed at the corner of my eye a woman with long hair touching her waist. Unkempt and tied together. I wonder when was the last time she cut her hair. And when was the last time she bathed. I watch her take off her sandals, of one size too small, to reveal her feet with slightly deformed bones, because she has been wearing that undersized sandals for too long. The bones on her feet grow and shrink according to the shape of the sandals. My heart aches. She tries to adjust the length of the straps of the sandals. I wonder if it will help ease her discomfort. And she slipped them on again. Her deformed bones protruding out between the straps. I wonder for how long has she been wearing those sandals.

I wonder if she's happy. My mind brings me to an old man i never fail to see whenever i go to the airport. He opens and lays out phamplets on a table in 24-hr mac, and sleeps on it. I wonder if he is happy. I wonder how would they respond should they come to know the depth of God's love for them.

The hols are here. Have been looking out for a job. Shall set some objectives for the hols.
1. Practise guitar everyday for at least 15 mins.
2. Finish 3 Christian lit.
3. Save up. For perhaps hostel perhaps future dancing lessons.
4. Exercise once a week.
5. Grow in love and humility.