A trip down to the 9 west sale added two more pairs of gorgeous cannot do without heels to my collection of already alot of shoes. Also got myself spanking new shades whilst waiting for dell. I really should keep myself out of retail outlets from now on.
This pretty thing was screaming out to me: GET ME NOW
On another note. Caught MIRRORMASK (book by neil gaiman) at PS. A Highly recommended flick if you're an avid indie film fan. The ace affair delivery was a no show because Jerms forgot to bring my four leave clover out. And i heard he's down with fever, what a terrible dread. Take care my friend.
Shisha with Dell and Rah was a rather emotional affair. Now that our Bangkok trip is materialising, there are real issues we have to deal with; mainly accountability and responsibility. Don't really want to impose on Dell's mum should anything go wrong. But girls, I'm sure it'd be a rockin' trip hopefully without any bickering yes? I've been on this diet of muesli, fruits, veg, meat, non-carbs (except for cornflakes), diet coke, oolong tea, water and gym-ing thanks to Cenna. BUT dell said muesli is fake health food. DAMN. oh sigh. Let's just say I'd rather live without THAT knowledge, PRETENDING i didn't know. =)
Arab Street Shisha is the best anti-depressant EVER, especially with my favourite girls - DELL n RAH
Here's just how quaint and eclectic Arab Street is. No fancy computer produced posters, just a handwritten sign plastered on a wall outside a shisha joint. it reads: FANCY FABRICS, $2-50 METRES. Just the way I like it, old school
there was another juxtaposition of a classy chandelier hanging outside a pretty old shophouse. How interesting.
Mum told me to read Sunday's papers about this girl Joan, who got infected with tongue cancer, and I did. Whilst I did think her spirit was commendable, I'd like to think I wouldn't battle cancer, especially one in stage IV. If fate has it for me to go, then I should comply. We're all part of the natural cycle of life and death that embodies a magnificent force greater than we know of. If my time were to be up, I could be hit by a car the minute I stepped out of office. Well yes, cancer is different, it's a prolonged battle. Mum says you'd have unfulfilled desires, regret, and you'd want to prolong your life not bearing to see your loved ones go, no matter the magnitude of pain. MAYBE. Because I'm not there yet, I wouldn't know.
All I'm saying is, I feel it's no point fighting it. I'd tell my loved ones to wipe their tears, knowing I'd be safe above and would see them soon. Really, is there any point in fighting knowing that you're erring on the side of death. Death is like a person full of greed - it needs to have its stomach filled and there's no stopping it. If I were to be its next victim, I'd surrender, not a sign of weakness, but because its fate. Humans try too hard to intercept, and when they do, things fall apart. It's hard to let go, it's even harder knowing you've tried so hard not to let go, but to no avail. If it were for me to be healed, I would've learned of my sickness earlier wouldn't I. There is life after death and our journey on earth is but a temporal one and the pain will all come to pass.
Talk with mum was good. I realised her concerns and her position of being a parent. I have also assured her that I know how to take care of myself, I know what I want in life, or out of it and that I am already 18. She's insecure, about what might happen to me, friends I hang out with andn everything else. There is trust, alongside with mistrust. There is nothing one can do about parental control, only to come to a compromise, where both parties would understand each one's position. This was a reminder of the trust she has in me, and me hopefully not breaking it. Because trust is earned and not automatic. I told her she might be a little paranoic perhaps due to my younger days, hence the bit of mistrust. She's concerned about the different values my friends have, and how it might affect me as to her, values are universal and it's not a generation gap issue. I understand where she's coming from. Each race has its own value system that will stand the tide of time just as each family has its own manner of bringing up children. And whilst I may have my rebellious streak, I know better than to break the trust again, and thankfully I know she's slowly learning to let go.
