Thursday, October 06, 2005

Listening to: When I look to the Sky by Train

Its amazing how one can have a love/hate relationship with shopping, or more specifically, the things you fall in love with first sight.

Like that gorgeous black suede bag at Forever 21 that you know doesn't quite suit your body shape but its just too much to pass up; or perhaps that amazing pair of muted-gold sky-high heels at Trendy Zone (I know, outlet catering the Ah-Lian types, but whateva. They have pretty decent stuff from time to time.) Ladies, if your reading this..I'm sure you can empathise with me.

The forlon looks as you part the store with deep regret, knowing that only Fate will decide if you two are destined to meet again, perhaps at an end-of-the-year sale or that one special day that you have that extra $$$ to burn. Not to forget the heartache of watching that perfect piece of something that you've carefully chosen, taken right before your very eyes.

Its a cruel, cruel world we live in.

Shopping. A simple, almost trivia past-time to a majority; especially to the opposite gender, whose peripheral mind revolves only around soccer and scamming on the next hot chick.

But to us women? Its a whole new world. An experience. Its almost Zen.

Ok, so maybe the stuff listed above may not be up to the tastes of you sophisticated folk, but it sure is for this poor shopping addict who has unfortunately exhausted all of her fiscal resources.
I went to Orchard Library to study today, and lived to tell the tale. It was almost delibrate: Located along the whole stretch of the Orchard Street were white tents that sold a vast array of things: clothes....acessories....shoes...argh!!!! STILL, I shall persist in my cold turkey and concentrate on my upmost priority now: the exams.

BUGGER. Hmm.

Perhaps... a lil stress relief by getting that cute $8 green top.... is excusable?

Who needs love?