I realise that of late, my entries have been pretty blah. Where has my sense of humour gone? Maybe, it is time to be whimsical again, and not try to reason things out. Trying to be logical is...double blah! Golly Gee...how come I can't even come up with apt words?
I don't care if I am writing logically consistent nonsense, or if I operate on the most flawed reasoning. I am quirky and idiosyncratic, and I guess capable of bouncing random thoughts that most of what I do are non sequiturs. You shall see what I mean.
Over the past weeks, I think that despite the current economic gloom, some of us would have gotten 'a little windfall' because of the contributions to the greater need of society (sounds more noble that PB right?)
Well anyway, the same gloom also brought about temptations in other new forms - the sales...well, are really SALES! Gosh, have you ever heard of a bling-bling warehouse sale before?
Warehouse sales...in the past, we used to trudge through the backwaters or some god-forsaken area to find the best bargains. Now they come in all air-conditioned comfort at the Expo and Suntec City - these cavernous Venus fly-traps which lure poor (pun intended) people to part with their money.
Anyway, there is a Sale Conspiracy. I kid you not.
How on earth did I end up with a mountain of fluffy, white, cottony pillows when at night I sleep with one?
Or that I queued up (patiently) for 2 hours at the Estee Lauder sale and end up with more than a year's supply of lipstick?
Or why did the range of Coach bags look more appealing than ever?
Or that I needed up with track shoes in the valiant hope that I will start exercising again?
But oh wait! That's not all.
The Maniacal Mechanical Monsters are at it again.
This time, my refrigerator will not freeze, and my washing machine will not spin...and they both 'died'...two months after their 5-year warranties are up.
I also wish that they will ban netbooks that come in a whole multitude of eye-catching hues that scream "Buy me...buy me!"
So what is the damage so far?
Sigh...my pocket is burned, and my brain has short-circuited.
But hey...why mull over post facto rationalisations?
Another long weekend is coming up, and I am anticipating another shop-till-my-husband's-jaw-drops session.
Anyone game?
Monday, April 6, 2009
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