Collision de Passion: of mirrors and perceptions

Can't live with them, can't live without them, is a true enough phrase for everything : parents, siblings, teachers (and let me let out a personal gasp here), and the opposite sex. But mirrors? Well lets just say, the instinctively vain, self-obsessed person such as I could never dream of a life without mirrors. How then, would I visually dissect myself (albeit secretly) and poke at the unsightly bulges tarnishing my otherwise image? How would I be able to schizophrenicly debate with myself whether the said bulges are actually fat, or muscle? Its really rather sad that the human biomechanics limits natural flexibility and contortion, else I would have been able to do a near 360 degree turn with my head, just like an owl; thus dismissing the need for mirrors.

Yet with the existence of mirrors, one can't help but to COMPARE. Once we get a glimpse of ourselves, we just can't stave the need to analyse others and compare them with ourselves. Then again, its all about the perception, isn't it? Mirrors merely show us whats there, but its really about what we see in them that matters. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Nevertheless, some outspoken perceptions make some bloody hypocrites. One gorgeous example, is my own mother. Every mother's child is beautiful to them, right? Well, you're wrong there. Some popular phrases of my mothers are 'You used to be so beautiful when you were young, you're skin was so fair and smooth. Why la...' and 'Have you been eating right? Look at Vi-Jean's skin, and look at YOURS.' Oh, here's a nice one, pay attention 'Amirah has lost her baby fat, her cheekbones are more prominent, she looks exotic now.' And the irony is, Amirah's mom thinks I'M pretty. No kidding... No prompting or unnecessary torture needed.

'Aileen, you know, my mom thinks you're pretty.' And I was about to saviour a bun for recess too. I froze - literally. 'What?' Mind you my reactions have slowed considerably, definitely signs of amature ageing, or some exotic, undiscovered benign disease that slowly eats your mentality. 'YEAH,' she says, as if it means something to me 'she's going on about how 'the guys will go gaga over her'' and that ass gives me an irritating indicative look which i return - with raised eyebrows. 'Do you see any guys?' And we laugh. Haha! Totally candid. Laughing at the irony, and how our moms are so different, yet so similar. Oh, and you know the best part? Her mom calls Vi-Jean 'her willowy friend', while my mom thinks she's gorgeous.

Honestly, I think I'll faint from all the excitement *does the dramatic faint, complete with hand-on-forehead and hand-outstretched*

OK, now to the updates. Was at Taylor's for their Learning Circle for How to Make Popcorn the Chemical Way. Funnn