im feeling the responsibility to blog. which feels weird yes. haven been out for the past two days but brought imp to swim today though. bless sweet lord that it didnt rain today, but still, i dont see no difference in my skin colour.

since i've transformed myself into a couch potato for the past two days i've been reading. yeaa, finished this glamorous book yesterday, some thoughts about it just bubbled up in my mind.

see, there's this girl who was once rich like nobody's busniess. she lived in park avenue, yes. so seeing julia roberts, cameron diaz was like an everyday thing and she doesnt even bat an eyelid at the sight of them, not to say go weak in the knees. but her dad went bankrupt and she had to leave everything behind.

throughout the whole damn book i was only paying attention to the romantic yet somewhat a lil cheesy parts and worrying about her life. GOODNESS, i feel it you know. its not like i've ever been rich before but it really ache to think she cant enter shops she used to anymore, own things she had owned all her life anymore. and its really scary, REALLY.

she mentioned in some part where she was confessing to her part-time gardener newly-met bf about her life. she had felt supeficial telling him about all that and she had thought he would ashamed of her but he wasnt. instead he told her, she had every right to feel the ache and the shame that now she doesnt own anything glamorous anymore, she had fallen from fame and wealth.

i shiver at the thought, then i thanked lord that i wasnt made rich then poor. perhaps i couldnt even survive it. they always say a four-letter word LOVE carries such huge responsibility and deep sentimental feelings, such a big word. i would say the other four-letter word LIFE carries much more responsibility and burden.

someone once told me, yeaa, life is difficult but arent we living it well? so lets give ourselves a pat today for nothing but living, for breathing and welcoming each day of our LIFE with our body parts intact and our stomachs full.

sick of thinking about money,
eileen*