Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Confession #1: I've been in Singapore since the end of January, but have been in hiding from the sun inside the house. Ha.
Confession #2: I have 5 new best friends. Collectively, you may call them FUWA, but namely they are Beibei, Jingjing, Huanhuan, Yingying, and Nini. They are Olympic mascots you see, but I've brought into my home.
Meet the Fab 5!So I tell myself that this shall be the last. You see, I have just decided to put an end to an age-inappropriate obsession. After all, I just celebrated my 23rd birthday. Which self- respecting young adult will allow herself to be seen like that, worshiping 5 miniature ... whaddya call them...things that aren't even...real. Besides, I think I have enough. After all, 17 cellphone-dangling-thingys are nothing to scorn at. I think 17 are enough.
Or not.
Hoh-boy. This is getting harder than I thought. 17 is not too many right? Considering that thats about the number of pearl stud earrings I've recently acquired.
OK, whaddya mean its kinda excessive?
Then I better not tell you about the time I bought 19 wallets, or about the dozen M.A.C eyeshadows, or the 10 scarves. Nope, I better not.
It all sinks in when you look through your receipts and discover that half of them were issued from the Olympic Store. I've spent close to $100 on cellphone-dangling-thingys. I mean, those things don't even have a proper name!!! If there's an Olympic sport called Obsessively-Acquiring-Scarves, or Rigorous-Hunting-for-the-Cutest-Magnets, or even a more generic Actively-Spending-Your-Parents-Hard-Earned-Money-on-Things-That-Don't-Even-Have-A-Name, there is no doubt who's gonna get the gold. Yep, life in the fast and the furious suits me just fine.
Oh I think I'll be needing some divine intervention very soon. Fuwa is taking over my sanity, like seriously. Once, I was so occupied on whether I should get more Jingjings or Ninis that I almost got my toes run over by passing traffic on Wangfujing Da Jie. But its hardly my fault that Beijingnites have NO regard for traffic lights whatsoever. Whats worse, the warden whose job is to hold up traffic while pedestrians cross safely is clearly neglecting his job! He's doing exactly the opposite - asking cars to GO when the green man is flashing! Someone ought to consider telling him that the green man means go. For pedestrians. CHeee!!
Anyway, don't ask me whether I have 17 friends. I'm pretty sure I don't. But why should there be a logical explanation for everything we do? If Sokhong can eat 15 macaroons at one go, I can certainly buy 17 cellphone-dangling-thingys!
Recently, I've been thinking. I think I shop the way I eat.
Selective. Focused. In bulk.
How can this be labeled boring? If anything, someone ought to throw me a medal and commend me for eating the 10th chicken wing and 20th fishball. You want loyalty? I'll show you some! In the most tempting circumstances, my persistence is unwavering. I think I'm a business's best customer. If you manage to capture my undivided attention, like where Fuwa and fishballs have been so successful.
Ok, so if you don't mind, I need to spend time with my 5 new best friends. Or they would think I'm neglecting them. All the while eating my 18th Lindt truffle.
Till later! Posts on Beijing coming up soon!
