Flattery of the day:

"Did you get a boob job?"

=)

Fortune Teller

The fortune teller said that I have many temptations. This is no surprise as life is full of temptations. Perhaps she reads not what is applicable to her clients, but reads what is foremost in her client's mind. For indeed it had been hovering about, nameless, until she nailed it and identified the squirming bastard.
I realise now that not only are mishaps a blessing in disguise as commonly quoted by elderly people, but blessings may also potentially become a mishap in disguise. If you exploit it, if you indulge in it, if you feel too confident about it. I do not.
But I feel immature. Because I am certain of how to handle my temptations, yet feel deprived. Because I am certain of where I want to go, but wonder where the other path leads. I feel I am not grateful for what i have, but that it is extremely humane to never feel satisfied. It is thirst, paired with an uncanny knack of getting water easily.
The fortune teller did not give me predictions of what my life is going to be, but she told me that the path I am trying to focus on is the right one. That's all I needed to know.

Just gimme my diploma.

Graduation ceremony was jading (is that a word?). As a custom, girls must wear the traditional garments and hairdo, which requires at least two hours of preparation. After all the fuss, we endure at least an hour of traffic as hundreds of cars queue up, filled with excited graduates and proud parents and relatives doing last minute make-up checks with pocket mirrors. We cover the beautiful meticulous garments with tacky overpriced graduation robes and step out into the blaring sun. We gingerly push the pentagonal graduation hat on to our painfully perfect hairdo. We jostle and jumble in our high heels with the crowd as we enter the building to endure a ceremony in which our names are not even mentioned because we failed to become cum laudes. And when the ceremony is finally over we jostle and jumble to get out, back to the blaring sun outside, sweat staining our beautiful hidden dresses, make-up running and fake-eyelash-glue melting.
And then we take pictures.