Current mood:

tired

tennis, teeth and mothers
I've been to the Australian Open three times in the past week, and it's been lots of fun. I don't have any photos to show for it, but I did get a number of autographs, which was cool. Not Justine's, but that's ok, I guess. I'm glad I get to watch her quarterfinal against Sharapova tomorrow, because it's been scheduled for the evening, but honestly I don't have thaaaat much confidence in her chances. Maria's been in dominating form, and Zhoo's been patchy... but she does take it up a notch at the latter stages of a slam, so fingers crossed.

Went to the dentist on Wednesday to fix up a filling and look at the X-ray of my teeth. Bad news: I have to get my wisdom teeth taken out. Now, I just got private health insurance, but I'm only allowed to claim major dental after a waiting period of twelve months. I'm up to four. So do I take the risk and wait another eight months, or get it done now? Sigh. More bad news: I may have to get braces. I have a baby tooth that doesn't have deep roots, so it may fall out in the near future. Its replacement is hiding somewhere, and my dentist suggested that I get it uncovered while I get the wisdom teeth done, and then get braces to get it in the right position. Alternatives - leave it, and if it falls out, get a cap or something in there. But the dentist recommended the braces. So gah. Money, money, money.

My mother. I have no fucking idea how to write about her. The latest chapter is today, she wrote me this e-mail asking me for help in composing a reply to a church member. Basically, he was criticising various things about my dad's church in Singapore. Sorry, but a) what the fuck do I know and b) what the fuck do I care? And last week she wanted help in correcting my dad's sermon. Umm, no. She just aaaahhhhh writes me all these e-mails all the time that I never reply, because all she wants to talk about is how wonderful God is and how she always feels SO SMALL (and not in the delightful Caz way) or like how she needs God to change her so much and stuff, and I really don't care for it. Honestly, I just wish she would stop trying to passive-aggressively get me back into church and God and stuff - she's just pushing me further and further away from it all as well as further from herself. I know I sound so harsh, and I do kinda feel bad, and okay fine maybe she needs an outlet and stuff, but I hate that the outlet is me. I know she has a bad relationship with my brother and my other sister, and she doesn't want to bother my older sister because now she's married and has a kid and stuff but omg HOW DO I TELL HER TO STOP? Maybe I can't, maybe I just have to let her do it, but it just makes me so mad. Anyway, I don't think that really gets what I want to say across but whatevs. Gah.