I LOST MY PURSE! I want to dieeeee.

I lost my Ez Link, $70 (and loads of coins), my earpiece, lovely mirror, UGNY stuff and oh fuck my socks were in the bleeding purse and I had a blister wearing shoes without socks.

Sigh. If the person who stole my purse is reading this, I would like to firstly apologise because I'm not going to forgive you even though it's Ramadhan. Secondly, I would like to say that you mischievious thief, whoever you are, will not lead a safe life, for stealing my money.
Without that money, I can't get a haircut, get a screen protector, my Raya shoes and most importantly, I can't give the lovelies a treat. So, dear thief, you have not only upsetted me but you have upsetted my mother because now she has to chip in more money to get me shoes and my lovelies wouldn't be too happy to hear that you stole their meals. So, filthy thief, if you are reading this, I plead you to return my money (you can keep the purse) and I promise you I'll forgive you and in fact pray for your happiness and safety. You can contact me at my email, sososojaded@hotmail.com, thank you.

Anyway, yesterday's plan didn't go too well, but I'm not complaining.
Everyone was there, and that is what is most important. Nothing much was resolved, and questions remained questions. There were justifications, made by the accused and even the lawyer. The victims received no closure, just pain. The trial dragged. The jury had no power and the verdict remained the way it was before the case was brought forward.

On a much lighter note, I am very much moved by the strong female bonds I witnessed yesterday.

Life isn't a clear black and white, and we can't assume that just because it is not the best, it is therefore the worst.

The whispering breeze, the wondrous low tide, the expression of affection,
the turned and the exchanged. Even without stars, our lives continue to
shine.