I was walking through the departmental store one day and this brand's perfume packaging really caught my eye.



"Laugh With Me LeeLee, a woody floral designed to be fun and feminine, has top notes of cassis, melon and citrus; a heart of black violet, lily and jasmine, and a drydown of blond wood, amber and santal.There's Something About Sofia, an oriental created to be bit more free-spirited, consists of top notes of mango and freesia; middle notes of sheer lily, jasmine sambac and peony petal, and a drydown of musk, white caramel and vanilla bean. The more provocative My Place or Yours Gina has top notes of pink pepper, bergamot and tangerine; a heart of peony, wild raspberry and white lily, and base notes of patchouli, tonka bean and vanilla. The perfumes are bottled in flacons inspired by an American lady's cocktail shaker excavated from the founders' grandmother's belongings from the 1920s, back then when they knew how to party. The design was slightly modernized and recreated by Ateliers Dinand."

I liked Something About Sofia.
:)
I think I'll get it for... When I have money to spare.

It's bloated from too much liquid. I just downed 2 coca-cola glass full of liquid. 1 cup for salty tasting alkali to neutralise my pee (potassium citrate urghhhh), and the other cup of pure aloe + pokka honeysuckle tea + water to take away the sugar in the honeysuckle. Plus my pill meds. Downed those 2 glasses within 10 minutes. They better get along well in my tummy. I'm not losing another night's sleep to... Crap. This means I gotta wake up half way to pee. I did that this morning, 5am. Couldn't sleep after because my vajayjay was too irritated. Then I managed to doze off again around 7ish.

Anyway, I was thinking. From my shower all the way to the washing of the dishes. Firstly:

Family. I don't really think much about my present family. I usually think and dream of my ideal family, my future family. What I'd do with my kids, my husband, my family. Where would we stay. Then I realized: it must be hard for my mum. She probably did the same when she was young. How she dreamt of the ideal family, the ideal home. The kind of husband she'd marry, the kind of kids she'd nurture to grow up into something nice. But her current family life doesn't reflect that. I mean, okay, reality don't usually reflect what you dream for. If it were me, I'd be CRUSHED and DEVASTATED. It must be hard for her every time she thinks back and compare her dreams to her reality, her life to her friends who seem to have awesome kids and loving husbands. Then this makes me not want to leave my mum alone, but I have to move into my own apartment because our level of cleanliness is different. Then I'd wonder if she'd be insulted that I feel sad for her. Okay, she's only 49 and very health-conscious, but I hope she'll leave happy, you know, not like all regretful and lonely.

Secondly:

I used to be like Jane from Pride & Prejudice. Not as naive as her, but I used to always recognise the human fact that certain negative behaviours are due to people's personal issues or hidden background. I would always try to understand that. But I just realised that I'm not anymore. I'm now like everyone else who are so quick to dismiss a person based on their behaviour and what I do not like, and wait till I hear about whatever shit him/her is going through or why they're like that, to then give them sympathy/empathy. I feel so blind.

Lastly, which is a rather major one:

Church. Or at least the community I'm exposed to (catechism class, youth). You know how church is like a place for people to come together and worship God and stuff? Do things for God and the community, gain support from fellow people for all sorts of journey? Well. And didn't they also say that church is like a shelter for the 'homeless' (inserts some literary device here), the lost, the broken... You know, the lonely, the friendless, the lifeless-in-the-outside-world... etc? SO WHY QUESTION PEOPLE'S REASONS FOR COMING TO CHURCH? I used to question people too. But this 'situation' of mine has made me see more things in a different angle. WHY MAKE PEOPLE FEEL BAD/GUILTY FOR COMING TO CHURCH FOR "WRONG" REASONS? I think after what I thought about from the above, there's no right or wrong reasons for coming to church to a certain extent.