Thursday, August 02, 2007  8:18 PM
Simple love, minus luxe bag
I don't really know what to write about these days. The cacophony outside my window which reflects typical city-living, the tantalizingly delicious food I've been eating these days coupled with lovely company such that a dinner at Miss Clarity's suddenly proves disastrous, the pessimistic fate of my Harper's Bazaar internship or my gradually sinking heart as I count down the days that would end this eight-month dream.
Well, I could still write about Korea and CM 2007, the last of my Hong Kong exchange programme, or my twenty-first birthday whose photographs no one except those present on that day has seen. Blame it on my utter laziness and the headache that seems to mount each time I have to choose pictures to upload. Every uploading device should be like Facebook's - folders in - ziiiiipppp - one minute.
Or I could write about what I feel at this very moment, which will result in a convulated post which no one but myself will truly understand. I feel and think too much, and I'm complicated. The down-syndrome child talk we had at four in the morning yesterday got to me, some think they are hard to love, and will suffer their whole life, which warrants an immediate abortion. I think they deserve to be loved, because like other human beings, they will embrace life around them. I believe you never know how the down-syndrome child is and will turn out to be - the argument about them suffering and being looked down upon by society is simply a myth we choose to use to comfort ourselves because we do not want to be burdened with the responsiblity of taking care of one. I feel that they could be happy in their own right, doing things that their minds are capable of, even if it means playing with Lego or running around playgrounds all their lives. And why should we then take away this happiness that belongs to them?
I think my point is this - it is a joy to be simple. It is a beautiful world bereft of complications, malificence and wrenching tears. But first we all have to get over that shame yet.
I dislike the rich and the society they belong to, especially when it means they stick to their own echelons and uppity ways. Wealth and having too much can only bring out sides of people I wish I'd never had the chance to see. It destroys hearts, and I think it ultimately rips people of learning to love.
What is in that branded bag, luxurious house or fancy convertible? Everyone wants one, but give me a simple and pure heart to love, to laugh and to embrace those around me any day.
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