sHoPpInG!!!!

tell me, is there anything as therapeutic as shopping? is there anything that even comes close to the satisfaction of finding the perfect shoe or perfect bag after hours (or possibly days and months) of walking around in search of The Elusive One? is there anything that can beat holding packages of newly bought stuff in your hands and traipsing around victoriously after a successful shopping trip???

i think not!

to my knowledge, the ecstasy of shopping seems like one of the greatest unexplained phenomena of the modern world. it's amazing how a completely depressed and suicidal female can be transformed into a positive, rejuvinated and empowered individual just hours after being let loose into a shopping mall. to hell with all the shit about how there's-more-to-life-than-material-goods; people can sit around in lotus positions for years and confess to never finding the real meaning of Life, but spending a few hundred $$$ in 2 hours? now -that- is the real deal. and anyone who tells you it's impossible to feel empowered from a few shopping bags is obviously deluded, and/or male. and the two, of course, are by no means mutually exclusive.

anyway, what's spurred this bout of ditziness is a happy shopping spree! actually it started on friday, picked up on saturday, and peaked on sunday, so it's almost like a triathalon of sorts- except that the only running is to the cashier, the only breathlessness is in finding the Perfect Buy and the only pain is in the pocket! plus it's all conducted in aircon too! and, as any serious shopper would attest, 3 days of shopping is probably equivalent to a triathalon in terms of the amount of exercise you have to do, so really, i don't see what's there to lose!

well actually friday started off rather disappointingly because after chem i was all psyched up to do some serious spending, what with having been practically cooped up at home for the past few weeks and accumulating pocket money and birthday money and whatnot in my wallet. anyway, something had to be done about that! but after scouring zara and forever21 and fox and mango and topshop and like almost the whole of wisma, we discovered there was nothing worth buying! in fact it seemed like the only things that were being sold were plain t-shirts and tank tops and frilly miniskirts and strappy sequinned tops. and we all know strappy sequinned tops are only good for people who actually have boobs to hold them up and miniskirts are only good for standing around and looking pretty and both of them can also only be worn by gorgeously tall and hot models with perfect figures and neverending legs. in other words, that doesn't sound like me :p so yeah, ho-hum and pissing it was!

luckily though, shopping woes were forgotten because of saturday and sunday, during which i managed to spend something like 300 bucks, although only half of which was mine, and the other half was from the instant ATM also known as the dad. haha! so now i'm feeling contented and have had my faith in the human race restored :) which of course is vital information for everybody, especially those of you who've actually read through this whole long and draggy blog post!

oh i watched war of the worlds yesterday, and it SUCKED majorly majorly! unless you're really into tom cruise or you're like a paedophile who likes to perv on little girls like dakota fanning, then you'll probably find that the movie is just one helluva draggy substandard sci-fi outing. the only good thing is the special effects, which were pretty cool, but there's like a limit to how long they remain so after 2 hours of continuous exploitation. plus it doesnt help that steven spielberg turned the whole thing into a shitplot of a show, with the most anti-climatic and abrupt endings i've seen recently. it was such a horrifying waste of my time that i had this strong urge to throw popcorn at the screen at the end of the whole thing. DON'T WATCH IT!!! if you must, watch a pirated vcd of Bring It On like 100 more times, but don't don't don't pay money to watch this dud of a movie :p