Sunday, September 02, 2007  12:38 AM
Shopping is the world's greatest medicine
My oh my, I only had two posts in the whole month of August. And still I'm finding myself struggling for interesting, thought-provoking things to say.
I'm boring. One of my greatest fears is materialising.
Weekends are a luxury these days, the brief respite away from the West caves and school. I live for those two days, and spend hours in my bed back home. If I wake up too early for my own liking on a Saturday morning, I drag the blankets over my head, turn over and force myself to go back to sleep.
Something in me was dying yesterday as I sat in my room on a Friday night after dinner with the family. I felt like I needed to be out there among the crowds and doing something, perhaps to be with my clothing friends. And I hadn't stepped into a shopping mall for two weeks, and that is Lent enough to me (abstinence, abstinence, abstinence). So I did the most fun thing I had done all week - I headed down to City Hall and shopped by myself for a good hour until the shops closed. Of course, in order to cover as much ground as possible, it was a quick but thorough glance into all my favourite stores until something caught my eye. And I sped all the way, weaving through the different shopping malls in the area to get to the various mapped-out locations in my head. I got good exercise, and my spirits lifted almost immediately after I stepped into the air-conditioned concrete jungle with the familiar smell of new clothes hitting my face.
What a great idea it was. I felt an instant burst of joy, and there was no chocolate involved either.
I bumped into the two Taiwanese exchange students I had befriended in school, and that was a really nice surprise, because we ended up shopping and walking all the way back to the trains together. I wish I could do something to make Singapore more exciting for them, so I told them I'd bring them out to eat our local delights one of these days. I'm always involved with exchange students and trying to make their lives better in this holed-up place, because I don't want to outrightly tell them that "yes, you should have gone on exchange in Hong Kong instead". I wonder why Billy actually loved Singapore.
I'm going to set aside time to spend at a mall each week, or I think I'm really going to break down before the exams even start coming round. Although, I really am disgusted at how expensive the tops at Topshop have got. If a top costs $56 to $63 on average in their new collection, why not I get a dress that costs a little more at $73? Which is my theory these days.
I miss H&M so much.
The days when dresses cost $30 to $40, jeans were $30 to $50 and tops were $10 to $25, tell me why everything isn't better in Hong Kong. Melody and Anna and whoever else that's still there, please continue to shop there just to show them my respect.
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