THE bum’s hEre

Therapy is:

a) spotting gorgeous good shoes

b) getting shoegasm

c) buying gorgeous good shoes

d) caressing gorgeous good shoes

e) wearing gorgeous good shoes

f) feeling gorgeous in gorgeous good shoes

g) doing sudoku puzzles in the ‘Star’ paper in Starbucks

Now honestly, nothing could make a girl happier than buying a good pair of ‘gorgeous good shoes’. *Sloppy smile*. My possible fastest shoe shopping spree would prob me a minute and a half. Well the store was closing, I gotta rush. Spot it, Grab your Size, Walk around in it, BUY IT.

*Shoes oh bloody shoes….*

Anyway, this weeks topic. Passion. Was arguing with Irwin bout this yesterday when he said living in luxury is his passion. Well it’s more like a dream to me. Passion’s a heavy word u know, it’s equivalent amount of ‘heaviness’ is like the word ‘love’. Dangerous. Passion means sacrificing, working ur ha-ass off to get that goal u want to achieve. How many people would really wanna do that? Passion. And i’m not talking bout sexual intercourse here, ha bloody ha. That’s a literal passion, we’re not going into that.

I think being filthy rich is like, u know, a ‘norm’,(it’s like if you don’t expect to be rich in the future then something’s wrong with you) something to look forward to, something to hope. A few would seriously try to really ‘get there’ u know, though most would prob try and when finding out that ‘working hard’ would probably get u nowhere, eventually give up. But still hang on a wriggly string cuz heck, a teeny part of u says  that ‘miracles do happen’. *SNORTS* And as so i’ve found out, men, generally, want to live a wealthy life. Every single dude i’ve met want this. I hv this ex who says he wants to hv a million in his bank before getting married. *pfft* his wife-to-be has to wait. And this other ex who’s pretty money-minded. (ok larh, very) I hv the right mind to date somebody who’d just be comfortable living a…comfortable life I tell u. Everyone’s too busy chasing success and wealth. It’s good lar, I didn’t say it’s bad…at least u’ve got something to work on to but can’t anybody be contented with the simplicities of life? Oh, i’ve been told i’m a classic girl with an old-fashioned state of mind. Don’t mind me. I still get shocked when I see muslims drinking fervently in cafe’s etc..etc. It makes me sick.

Maybe I’m borned in the wrong era kot.

I know everyone wants to lead a comfortable life and get the best for their families. And usually, it comes with a price. But then there at that point we see how one views ‘comfort’. What’s your definition of comfort? Happily living in a 3-and a half floor mansion? Is that comfort? Luxury? If living in luxury were to bring a hell lotta problems with me, AND taking time away from my family (working my tut tut off everyday to achieve that so-called ‘comfort’ zone) then why BOTHER. Hell, what’s important is that you’re stable. Enough finances for kids, home expenses, cars, those once in a while holidays n blah blah blah. Cukuplah kan. Susah me-ma-dai. (Wah, chun wei. Big B.M words. I feel intellectual already)

It’s not that I’m dampening ur spirits of being ridiculously rich and marrying the sons of dato’s or something but it is the people that crave for the materialism of life, are the people that ‘forgets’. Forget God, forget the initial purpose of being ‘rich’. (to live a comfortable life with your family, but unfortunately, u don’t hv TIME for your dear ones) Forget to lay low, forget being compassionate. Forget being sensitive, forget mediocre. Forget being simple, forget the joy of laughter (without the help of alcohol). Forget wearing kain batik (haha), forget to buy ur telekung/ sejadah. Forget to eat breakfast, forget health. Forget immediate families, forget parents. Forget to pray. Forget time. Forget ‘Dooms’s Day’. Forget clarity. Forget to have time for yourself.

Because you’re too busy trying looking up-to-date. Too busy wanting to look pretty. Too busy wanting that dress. Too busy buying Cartier diamonds. Maintaining that image. To be polished, buffed, waxed, stripped, pushed, pulled, slimmed, tousled, manicured, unblemished, and immacutely perfect. And to look good you need money ainnit?

So you know..unless you don’t forget, then go ahead. Be successful. Enjoy your life if it takes Tiffany’s to permanently be attached to your earlobes or something.

Being passionate about..anything for that matter, is good.. But if it takes over u then u ‘forget’. What’s the point of living if you ‘forget’?

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