Back from MidValley. The unthinkable happened. I shopped, and did a little window shopping. Yup, me, the shopping-retarded female. Abby would be proud indeed.
Ok, the truth is I wanted to give mum some company to the medical exhibition that was held there, so I tagged along, choosing to ignore the cramps I was having. Walking around was excruciatingly painful, but I guess I must’ve been feeling morbid today because I took pleasure in it. Sigh, its always about challenging myself. When will I ever learn?
Anyway, mum let me wonder around while she attended the expo, so you can imagine where that left me. To round it all up, pretty much nowhere. I just walked on from one end to another, and simply put, trudged to wherever the aircond wind blew.
Yeah, doesn’t sound very interesting, but I started getting used to the crowd and the loudness, and finally ended up going into one shop to another, fingering items absentmindedly, browsing around, acting as though I could actually afford them. A new discovery: I can window shop for an hour without losing it.
Its simple really. Every time that familiar voice in my head starts whispering ‘you’re wasting your time, you’re wasting your time’, I counter with an ‘its alright, I’m exposing myself to different sights, smells, materials…..prices? Whatever the case, this is purely educational!’ And so it went. One thing I found annoying though is how the shopkeepers hound and watch you like a hawk the minute you walk into their shop. I know, I know, its their job, I could be a potential shoplifter, etc etc but really, it just spoils the whole window shopping pleasure thingie that my mates tell me I’m supposed to feel. Picture this: you’re standing on a spot, admiring a product, and there’s a suspicious person right behind you, breathing down your neck, watching your every gesture, scrutinising your every expression, practically listening to your THOUGHTS…and suddenly, you’re so afraid to make any sudden moves lest they think you’re going to start stuffing teddy bears under your armpits and making a run for it. Aih.
Oh yeah, Liverpool made it to the semis. Aisya’s already getting smug about Chelsea going to the finals. Whatever. She’s just got a thing for Jose. =p
Enough said here.
PS Joking, Aisya!
