Shopping

What an ironic turn of events, indeed.

Today was, by far, the most 'fun' day we've had yet in the longest while (actually, about six weeks). We were out to run quite a few errands - from mending my five-year-old birkies to altering his new suit and trying to find him a fresh white shirt. All for a good friend's wedding next weekend (well, no, not my birkies, his shirt and suit).

Well, we had fun - or at least, I know I had - the entire afternoon. It felt so good and warm again, picking out stuff for him, having him ask for my opinion on stuff, and just shopping together. I even felt good enough for my Mango-Tiramisu gelato. And, true to our usual selves, we got distracted from our main goal, and ended up buying other 'extra' stuff.

The evils of wealth and power, I say.

And, true also to our usual selves, we couldn't spend more than half a day walking up and down the crowded streets of Orchard between the two of us - not to mention, having to jostle with the sale-rack-swarming crowds and to deal with the stifling heat everytime we stepped out of a mall.

In short, we aren't exactly the best kind of Singaporean shoppers you can find around town - no patience, no endurance, no stamina.

I could run a 10km easily anytime, no qualms at all. Shop for more than 3 hours? My legs, body, mind all start begging for a break from the torture.

So, before we could even think of dinner, despite my hunger, we headed straight home for a nap. And I took my nap more seriously than he did - it became a 5-hour sleep for me.

Dinner was confused with supper again at 1.30am. We feasted. All for less than 10 bucks in total.

I was so famished I felt I could eat up a whole cow. But I notice these days the size of my hunger does not equate the size of my appetite.

(I've increased social awareness these days, and I know by saying "I could eat up a whole cow", I might have ruffled the feathers of some animal-rights activist or vegetarian friends out there, though they know perfectly well I'm just being metaphoric and there's no way I could bring myself to literally finish up a whole cow. Eating a fat slab of steak is already a consideration to me most days. Then again, what would vegetarians say: I'm so famished I could eat up a whole bunch of broccoli? Or a sack of potatoes?)

Which probably explains my awakeness at this ungodly hour again.


I'm a little devoid of emotions now. Or rather, overwhelming emotions. I could say I'm happy today, but I'm just fearful of overstepping into that territory unknowingly.

I know I couldn't possibly ask for more now. The signs seem obvious enough. I am satisfied. For now.