Was searching for a pair of limited edition shoes in queensway, to no avail. I stubbornly sought on, to the amusement of many sales assistants, and at the sake of poor zt's legs... just because i wanted the perfect pair for my legs, no less.


Coicidentally, the next day, today, after my failed quest, a friend studying abroad spoke to me about his future prospects and his not coming back to settle in singapore. I was immediately thinking, that means less chance to see this friend. Then sense seeped in, the decision was right. I tried to stand by his decision with him and give what advice i could. Then the conversation went on to him not wanting to keep in contact with some friends here. Of course, when we leave behind an organisation, place, community, we first and foremost, decide, who we wish to leave behind, who to keep by us, and who we hope, forever stay as close as ever. We should never view this issue as a whole, but look at aquaintences over the period, and decide, which are passerbys, which are friends, and which, close enough to be coined, "family".


Then it hit home. It was not like canon says, perfection of form and function. But what lies within, the soul. A picture, is not most precious, for its colour makeup, light intensity, angle. or whatever nonsense. It is the people, and emotion conveyed through that moment. Just give me a picture of me dearest pals, blur as ever, it will easily be much more treasured than one with the most beautiful effect showing the most beautiful image, of say even charlie theron. For those are just superficialties. Our very being, are the memories and magical moments, made up of only, people. Ties, the most precious ones, that make every day, every achievement, what it feels. Magic.


Never doubt.
Never forsake.
And never grow up.
Not when it comes to sentimental needs.


Our life is not only destiny and fate, but trials and effort to sustain what is precious to us, no?