Just So Simple

How is it that we can crave for so much in certain things, yet become so easily contented in others.

It doesn't seem to make sense but it is what it is.

And that is all it takes.

There.

Certain things just doesn't make any sense, some may even think it is utterly ridiculous and absolutely impossible.

And even contemplating such things make you become ridiculous and impossible too.

But it may all just be worth it, if we allow ourselves to take a chance. To just indulge in even the slightest likelihood that it may not be so absurd after all.

Hope, in all of its glorified splendour, can sometimes be such a wonderful drug. One that gives strength even while it cripples.

Yet, we seek it, whether consciously or subconsciously.

Because this is all part of trying to live a life that is nothing short of spectacular.

1... 2... And 3

For the first time in the last couple of weeks, I came home feeling kinda dejected.

What a shame. The past two weeks had been really great.  I had a relatively comfortable workload, coupled with my post-US holiday buzz, I was feeling really happy and good about everything around me.

I try to be prepared for days like this, when injustice rear its ugliness head and I see how fucked up some people can be. I know it for a fact, and I often try to protect myself by isolating my trust in people as much as I can.

It can be pretty lonely, but I have always managed to fill the void by looking for inspiration in the good people around me, and believing that everything has its time and place, and as long as I believe in myself, I will get to where I should be.

Yet, there are just days like today when it just feels like the bad always gets rewarded and the good simply gets stuck in a rut.

It can be so incredibly demoralising.

But I am not going to let it get to me. I am going to indulge in it for a while, and go back to reminding myself to be patient, that the good will always reap its own rewards, and the bad will eventually meet its own karma.

And this is what I believe in.

A Vuitton Story

I have gone and done it!



My very first Louis Vuitton! The Delightful PM! Finally!

I have always wanted my first LV to be something I buy for myself. To me, it's kinda like a milestone when I am finally able to do this. And it's not just about owning a branded, expensive bag.

I have this memory from when I was little, when my aunt was still living with us, the day she bought her first LV after saving for a long time. She was so happy when she got home, and kept walking around the house carrying it. It felt like a really special moment even though I had no idea what was the big deal with an LV and that it was, and still is, goddarn expensive!

It is just something, IMVHO, that every woman, if she is so inclined, should do. And it really does feel like something special. =]

Regrets, Regrets

I am sorry, my dear ring. I could have saved you but I failed. And you got flushed away. Hopefully someone kind will find you and you will be happy.

BTW, I am back home! So much to blog about but so lazy. Ha!