Bagaholic Whore Vs the nerds

Quick post to get my engine started.

It was yet another wet morning. Love it when it rains! Rivulets of rain crashed through the grey cumulus clouds that shrouded the sky, accompanied by the baritone thunder that roared in the distance. The cacophony of the thunder and the pitter-patter of the rain are simply music to my ears. Pity I can't enjoy the gush of chilly winds under my cosy comforter. BUT, I wasn't glum at all. The rain simply lifted my spirits and made work enjoyable. I was actually looking forward to it albeit it being yet another long day. Precipitous raindrops fell one after another dotting the rough asphalt road to a deep shade of grey. I was driving cautiously as the rain suddenly came down in torrents. Somehow, with the rain comes incessant nonsensical thoughts. Today, it was "how many bags do I actually own?" Exuberance bubbled in me as I gave this question some serious thought. I wondered out loud. Tried as I might, but each time the traffic lights turned green, I had to start counting all over again! Eventually I gave up. It was almost impossible to count.

The thought completely evaporated together with the rain until I read an article entitled :

Women Spend Over $20,000 On Shoes In A Lifetime!

Immediately, i jumped off my chair and started doing a stock take of my assets ie. bags. Triumph assailed me in waves as I made a random count. Are you ready for this? I own approximately 70 bags (both big and small) and 50 clutches! OMG! HOLY COW! That was my exact reaction! How did the numbers ever gotten so huge?!?!?! I didn't know whether to convulse into laughter or to bow my head in remorse. Then again, the damage had been made, so what's there to regret? hehe. In actual fact, despite the appalling numbers, it's only a handful of bags which I use frequently. Honestly it's a chore to be transferring stuff from one bag to another, especially when one is in a hurry! However, I do see the problem. Even my kids see it! today, D commented " Teacher, how many bags do you actually own? Why do I see you carrying a different bag each wk?" OOPS!


Well, I guess if women can spend $20,000 on shoes, I can probably spend on bags too right? * Eyes shining with pleasure as I tuck into the decadent closet full of bags* No words can describe the excitement that is eating at my nerves at this moment in time...hmmmm Which bag should I carry tomorrow? *SMILE*

My Prized Collection!

Feel so SATC all of a sudden. No wonder my wallet is always screaming out "money not enough!" It's an addiction I tell you. There should be a rehab centre for cases like me. Is there? Below are some more random buys over the week:

Was terribly excited when the postman called to say my Rayban package was here, but there wasn't anyone home! However, clever me was able to solve the problem and he slipped the parcel into my home! I rushed back only to "feast" my eyes on the below pair of fugly looking shades:

Who in the world would want to buy such a fugly looking Rayban?! I was exasperated when I saw it. Anger shimmered in the pit of my stomach like acid eroding and eating away at me. I stamped my feet and demanded immediate action. Thus a complaint letter was shot to Reebonz. It's the second time I'm encountering problems with them. Guess perhaps we are not meant to be? Minutes ticked by and still no news. My anger intensified and I almost burst out in a tirade, only problem -- No one was around to be my punching bag. Just then, the postman called again to say he sent the wrong puzzle! *GRRR* Instead of apologising, he simply said he'd swing by and assumed that I'd be home. I had to warn him that I'd be out within an hour and that he had better arrive by then. He did and the following was my "reward" for waiting:

The wait was worth-it! But, I am still rather displeased with the service standards of the dispatch company (D). The least the postman could do was to say sorry! I didn't even have to sign an acknowledgment slip! Pity the girl who ordered the fugly shades. I opened the box and tried putting the ribbon back in place but I'm no professional ribbon tie-er so don't blame me...blame it on Mr i-can't-be-bothered-about-my-service Postman.

Alright, enough of bimbotic ramblings about my shopping sprees. I made some intellectual purchases at the bookstore. The bill came up to a whopping $150, but it's for a mix of pleasure and business thus I guess it's legitimate?

An interesting insight to life. When faced with the possibility of change, our minds can play tricks on us. This book gives a brilliant glimpse into what truly motivates. "STUCK, will inspire you to take a look at yourself in an entirely new light" or so it claims.

I have this thing for books. The thirst for knowledge is insatiable but unfortunately the mind is strong but the will is weak, or rather the body is weak. All these books are still sitting pretty. If only I have the luxury of time. Last Sunday was good. Spent a solid 2 hours reading the Sunday Times cover to cover. I was wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure the entire day. Euphoric jubilation didn't seem to want to leave me. It was as if I've been reborn. Ok, exaggeration much once again. But I truly appreciate such luxury (plus the weather was nice and cool). Sigh, if only everyday was Sunday. Wonder when I'd be able to finish the whole pile? hmmmm....