samedi, mai 19, 2007 Y 1:48 AM
aprés moi... le déluge oh yes, i've obviously slacked off my blogging duties (that monday post said it all). i'll egotistically lay the excuse first on whoever said "if you don't feel like blogging, then don't!" ... for the past few weeks, i have been nothing but a sack of lard, wasting away. there was this 'lousy need' to fill 'some sort of emptiness deep within me', so it seems. i turned to food (which made me flabbier), TV (which only left me half-comforted), and the comp (which made me erratic). still, a small aching urge to just kick it all out. this summer has been the most uneventful perhaps, but then... ...the answer was RETAIL THERAPY. it was only now did i discover what millions of women in the world scream to be the be-all-end-all-cure to any kind of emotional / personal / whatever female ailment there is. the words "shopping" and "me" don't really mix, save for two blessed Sundays (consecutively) when i had a crazed impulse to unleash the Paris Hilton in me (no, not the jailbird thing, and not the video goddess schtick!). it was sublime. even my mom gaped in disbelief when i told her i'm in the mood for a spending spree. (she must've thought since i'm not the type, might as well agree with it. dead wrong! happy belated mommy's day *lol*) i've never known why women can be so keen to shop. to wait on a long queue to try something on, to find out it's the last pair (that's well-worn through fitting), to see something cute that didn't have your size, to straddle through sales, to willingly surrender head and wallet to temporary whims. i have some obscure reason to say i shop like a man; i usually buy things only when the need is urgent. i guess i'll never understand this facet of the "feminine mystique" that's so often maligned and lampooned by the opposite sex. the gods must be sedated when they stuck me into this phase. i am inclined to think that this is one of the rarest moments in H History that i acted out of the Hotel Heiress Handbook, so allow me to have this moment. the inventory (as i recall): 2 pairs of footwear, a couple of shirts, a snazzy messenger bag, cool shades, exclusive personal care products, perfume, a new brolly, 3 CDs, classic novels, and beachwear (which i wonder if i'll even use!). when the shopping spell lasted, it actually felt good. you can feel so lucky that there's those beautiful products seemingly custom-made for you and how the world must be conspiring to make everything sellable. tired feet and pockets aside, nothing beats the thrill of "the perfect buy". Libellés : shopgirl |
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