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WEEPiNG SHiRT
06.25.07 (12:17 am)   [edit]
For as long as I could remember, it's been a hard slog over the last couple months, and the sudden serenity beckons like a phoenix to the dreadful souls that line the outskirts of hell. I have become subtly aggressive, and painfully quiet. Impatience is showing through on random bursts due to the surge of heat in the weather, and I gradually have been surfing through the tides of play-along.

I missed a relaxing dinner with dear friends on Friday cos of a last minute booking, all for a disgusting hundred bucks. That sure will pay some bills for now, but digging in with old pals would have surpassed that. Circumstantial. That's what I always say. Against, for the rest, but always for myself. I wonder where the road ends sometimes, cos it doesn't seem to stop twisting and new signs are always planted: no need roads and its always the same old path, but the advertisements and directions that line the dots somehow makes it complicated - and we're still headed to the end of the road.

Aroma therapy came up as a shot snip on Discovery, and I suddenly feel that it might work after all - 12,000 unique parts to a single drop, that's really something. We absorb it through the skin or simply through scents. Kinda amazing considering we junk ourselves practically everyday, yet something so pure that is so good is within our reaches, but never once taken wholesome.

The practicality is obvious: if it relaxes, that spells productivity. If it cleanses, that equates health. So why not? It's not as if essences are pricey. By comparison they have seen commercialism breeding abundance. Well, maybe I should consult some experts soon.

The last 2 weeks have been on-off retail therapy of sorts. Got tons of stuff, blew hundreds, and now just waiting to tabulate the damage done. What I'm impressed with this time though, is how un-impulsive buying seemed to have become. If I don't need it, that's probably useless. Saintly (pun intended), there are better things to spend on.

And to add on, just in case I forgot, Friday's morning trip to the beach got busted too cos of an insanely early meeting. That translates to a wasted trip on the last tan, so I'm back to pearl white like an old coat of paint fading out to reveal the concrete white beneath.

That sucks.

My proudest purchase to date: a huggie Ultraman for six bucks. It can't stand, and topples cos its head is just simply too big - something to just make me smile before bedtime. The cutest part? It's leaking its beads and shrinking by the day. Ha~

Anyway, for those who are enjoying the GSS, have more fun and take it away.
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