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Everytime I feel down, God always ALWAYS place some angels in my life.
Like the first week of school, when I was super sch-sick n missed Cedar terribly, He made Grace Tang appear magically, give me a big hug and for her mom to give me a lift home while crapping and yadda-ing like crazy.
Like today, when I'm thinking of all the events beginning with the split second of ankle sprain, he placed Traci who I haven't seen for a loonng time at the bus stop while I was emo-ing.
Thank you.

I have a choice whether to go for surgery or not.
I do.
But to me, there's no choice. It's simply yes. Why wouldn't I want to be free from the pain, get back to ballet, do floorball properly and much more?

I shall type out the full report here when my mum gets back and maybe then you can help me decipher the doctor's language and help me google it or something. HAHA.
But basically, there is a slight pressing on the ligament that causes it to be pain.
So surgery will place everything into it's original position but it will not be like cancer where " you remove the cancer cells and everyone is happy", as quoted from the orthopaedic doctor. And it's 80-90% success rate where patients are satisfied witht the improvement. I was thinking, " WOAH, the success rate is even less than lasik." But at least it doesn't get worse......(I hope)

I'm glad with my lit marks. My math marks were are improvement but CARELESS!
It's always like that.
Next 3 months, no ballet again. 15 July- the day of surgery. How ironic it is, one day before competition starts. No more competition. But I'll be there to support you guys!

And I don't mind the sitting arrangement. Don't label.