The lunar eclipse in Pisces has been doing weird things to everyone. Like, really weird. All my technological apparatuses have decided to poop themselves, my hormones have been all over the place, and I have been swinging between melancholia and a sense of peace and tranquility within myself as I have come to realise a very important thing.

I got to meet up with Jo and Sushers last night (missing Mun Teng, boo) for three solid hours of talk, drinks (the non-alcoholic kind) and Melur SS19’s giant roti tisu.

And I really do mean giant ok. It’s the bomb, it is massive and spans three of those stainless steel plates, and is only RM3.50. Not bad for sharing, and always heaps fun when you attract the bug-eyed glances from other patrons!

Anyway we were as usual gossiping about everything and anything under the sun, and I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘My God, I love these women‘; them and the ones not present there last night. And I only want what’s best for my nearest and dearest, my support group, my sunshine and strengths. And I marveled at the lack of envy I feel for any single one of them, because I know they are wonderful people who deserve everything good that comes their way

It’s such a nice feeling, taking a step back to have some critical distance (ahem, I sound like a journal article) and see things from this angle. Everybody has their own battles to fight, and wounds to tend to, and in our own ways we are all doing it at the same time, albeit differently.

It’s comforting to know that my girlfriends are happy, and well on their way to securing jobs of futures that will allow them to live comfortably. It also brought to light the fact that I will most probably never be part of the corporate world most of them are about to enter in to; but honestly, it’s fine by me. I listened to annual income totals in pound sterling, talk of branded bags and trips overseas and for most of the part, it whooshed right over my head because the only part I can honestly say I envy are the overseas travel

I suppose I’d be lying also if I said I didn’t want to be rich, because let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be rich? I reckon I’d be happiest if I were debt- and guilt-free, doing the things I wanted to do, comfortable enough to get by and not have to pinch pennies or borrow money from relatives. So it’s ok if I’m not part of the rat race, because I’ll be comfortable in my own little burrow, dreaming of unicorns and lemondrops, and conversing with angels

Just sharing thoughts.

Speaking of angels, a beautiful thing happened today.

My classmate Jin came down and sat next to me in the Womens’ Studies lecture, and one way or another his deck of beautiful Angel Oracle Cards came out his bag. And he told me, ‘You can have these….to look at till the end of the lecture.’ Because of the gap in-between words, I jokingly said to him, ‘Aw, I thought you were gonna say I could have them!’

To which he suddenly said, ‘If you want them, you can have them!’ because he said he felt a sudden urge to give them to me Needless to say I was absolutely stunned, and then extremely elated (I kept saying ‘thank you’ about a million times over) because when I saw them the thought had crossed my mind of how beautiful they were, and how purple (eeps! My colour!) and there were 44 of them (eeps again! My number!). And now, they’re mine! Thank you, Jin! *hearts*

Oh, I so wish I could show you guys how beautiful the illustrations on the cards are, because they really are gorgeous. Expect me to bring my Angel cards with me everytime I go out anywhere now, because I can’t put them down I will give readings too, as long as you don’t clog up my cards with toxic energy ok As I told a friend who was similarly smitten with her deck of Goddess cards, ‘It’s like you just found out you have a penis and now can’t stop touching it and put it down!’

But I am really crass and terrible that way, so I apologise if I’ve offended any delicate sensitivities.

Today was fun, in uni. I got to make a ‘hello I am me!’ sorta speech to an uber-crowded cafeteria during peak lunch time as part of the Film Noir ball showcase to get people to vote me for Miss Monash (‘because it’s my final semester and I’d like to go out with a bang!’); Ethan and Tasha also sang a beautiful version of ‘We Could Be In Love’ (Tash, babe, you have the voice of an angel *quibbles*) and the Performing Arts Club did a little skit which most of us ran from because, forgive me, the girl was too shrill and our eardrums were vibrating a little too violently for comfort.

We also took a little break from a terribly tedious TV studies tutorial, and heh, made part of an actual commercial or promotional video to be used for Monash Sunway’s official launch Monday next. I like doing weird stuff like this, please stop judging me. I always feel compelled to volunteer when the class is dead silent and everybody has blank looks in their eyes.

Just quick scribbles today. I want to go play with my new cards, and have dinner, and indulge myself—because I’m worth it