He who dies with the most toys...still dies

I am a total nasty cynic, of late.

We all carry something with us. It helps if we're travelling with someone who can lighten the load. Of cos, sometimes it's just about dropping off the weight we're carrying so we can all get home, and hopefully there's someone to greet us when we arrive.

I wonder if we can really live free from the temptation for material pleasures. Does it matter to you whether what you felt was temporal or eternal? Can you trash all temporal desires like they're no more than life's plagues that'll turn you into a secular materialistic sinner?

We all wanna be much more than what we are. But are we on the right highway? So there comes the cliche million-dollar question : what makes you feel good about yourself?

Here's my shame-pride list:
- being independant
- red fringe
- looking awesome in polaroid shots
- perfect parking
- knowing everything (or almost everything) about nic
- finishing the whole waltz dance, which I never did
- short square red nails
- getting distinctions
- having $200 in my wallet for the entire week, well, basically feeling rich!
- coming home before sunset
- to tell a friend i'll be there for him/her and mean it
- to carry off the rock chick look
- to own a walk-up apartment
- vintage luggages, vintage anything
- travelling in style
- piercings
- being kissed
- grocery shopping alone
- getting my legs waxed with warm chocolate
- chatting with mum
- tailor-make my clothes
- cleaning up my dog's poop
- owning a black mobile phone
- finishing a book with a smile or tears
- being acknowledged for giving gd advices
- getting out of my comfort zone to do something radical
- sleeping in expensive pyjamas