Target Shopper Saga

Is it wrong to feel irate towards perhaps unintentional naivete? Well, I was talking to a friend an hour ago and she was telling me how she just learned that a black nail polish exists on earth. Seriously? I was guilelessly shocked. Like, have you been to the moon?? I admit I wasn't too kikay before, but I sure knew about that. But of course, as a semi-forbearing friend, I had to be artificially benevolent, hence my stubtle "really, how come?" response. Totally reminds me of one tennis player who had the exact same predicament. And guess what? They just knew about it because Chanel just recently had it. And they get it for what, $18/bottle? Ha! As if that's really worth some muscles shaping a surprised face. That's equivalent to 18 bottles at the dollar store! But seriously, is that just stupid or what? You can't even tell 'em apart so what gives. It is just because it's Chanel, that you convince yourself that you just learned about it lately? Don't let me mislead you though, I absolutely have no reason to be this irritated. But I just couldn't help but cringe over the obvious absurdity. $18?!!?! *scoffs*

Since I'm at it... I've decided to get rid of this Louis Vuitton suitcase my mother bought me a couple of years ago. I only used it once, and although it looks really good and the quality's even better, it's still got "LV" written all over it which gradually morphed into a K-Fed sighting for me--extremely annoying. I'm not even sure if it's 100% authentic, well not that I'd care anyway. Plus, I saw those kids from Laguna Beach all having the exact same thing. That alone could end my 26-hour-travel relationship with it. Haha, seriously. It's already too much. As to a song, overplayed. You know what I mean.

This is actually one of the many subjects I often battle with my mom over. But the contrast is pretty obvious, she has the job and I don't. So I'd often prefer buying a lot in a small amount of money, than just get a couple of things that would eternally inject me with guilt, 'cause she always pays. Not that I loathe branded goods, I in fact know that their qualities are the best, hence the ridiculous price tags. But I'm just not the kind who'd want to spend fortunes only for say, a pair of Cole Haans, when I can get the same quality at the mall for a more advantageous purchase. For someone who doesn't earn a lot, or doesn't earn anything at all, luxuriating in that magnitude is the last thing in my to-do list. But eventhough I apprehend practicalness that way, I know I should also recognize the fact that the better quality of item I get, the longer it stays with me. So I'm not really completely refraining myself from them branded stuff, just that the item has to be reasonable. Reasonable as in generally affordable.


And the practice starts... My first ever pair of chuck taylors.
My brother, who has the same perception as my mom's, has been convincing me forever to buy myself chucks instead of splurging in cheap shoes and boho slippers I get at Payless Shoestores or Target all for not more than 50 buckaroos. And since I'm on this self-made therapy to become a girly-girl, I always shrugged off his brainwashing, until an irresistable sale at Kohl's this past weekend. I was actually there to buy Bongo flats but my being practical hit me between two eyes. I'll be doing a lot of walking this week, so I decided to finally agree with him, and get a pair of my own. I'm not really a trend follower but these fit me comfortably and it doesn't look bad at all. I know, I have giant feet ala McDo. Wouldn't really translate very well if I were testosteroned, right?. Hahaha, but I digress. :)) At least I finally got something that's relatively cheap and that will last.

So anyway. I have tennis to watch right now (it's live from Shanghai, what the hell, haha), then I'll make breakfast, manually heat a bucket of water since this house's waterheater is totally unreliable at the moment, take a suicidal shower, get dressed, do my hair, beautify my face, last-minute packing, watch last night's Studio 60, make lunch/merienda/dinner, eat, brush teeth, call a cab, 15-minute travel to airport, wait for boarding, and leave for Los Angeles. I'll be there 10pm PT, and it sucks because I'll be missing a presumably good Mavericks game. Nevertheless, I ask you to please pray for my safety, as I'll do with yours. *winks*