it dawns at midnight

A wide-spread of little trinkets, bracelets, necklaces and rings have been passed on to me from my Aunt, after she sorted out her closet. I've also managed to score a few vintage tops, which cling on to my body perfectly. I suppose the angels heard my cry to go on a shopping expedition and answered them. Although, nothing beats walking pass boutiques and clothing apparels and purchasing them on your own. Coming home with soar feet but resulting with me bringing home a substantial amount of stuff. That's where the thrill is, after all.

It's been approximately five days since my clumsiness resulted in my index finger being slammed by the car door. Frankly speaking, it isn't a sight one wishes to lay their eyes on. It's pitifully dark blue, and swollen. It doesn't hurt as much as it did on the first day, but I can't seem to bend my finger. I'm just waiting for nature's course to do it's job - by that, I mean waiting for my nail to drop off and grow another one back. I know, its pretty disgusting. I do cringe just by the thought of it, occasionally.

Apart from that, I can't say I'm enjoying every minute of my holiday. There are still so many promises that have yet to be kept. By promises, I mean lunch dates and hang-outs. I'm not one who'd make a promise and break it the next - I try as hard as possible, to keep it. But these past few weeks have been a whirl-wind of misfortune. More so, because my mum is finally on leave until the first week of year 2010. I suppose those promises will just have to be resumed to next year, for I am a woman of my word.

"We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears" - Francois duc de la Rouchefoucauld.