AH-HAR!
Just bought a new pair of shoes which I can jump and hover in mid-air for 3 seconds and land back on earth. With the greatest invention, Great Singapore Sale, the shoes were naturally much cheaper. YAY! I bought new pair of shoes! (Yet again.)
And ALSO, I’ve bought a new pair of earphones. I know that I’ve rattled off to a number of people about the lousy pair I bought recently.
So here’s the scenario: I was happily in Funan last month to get a pair of good earphones since my earpiece’s rubber was about to come off any moment. So I got into Harvey Norman, bought a pair of GOD KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THAT BRAND IS because it was about 1.1m long and there’s this ultra cool retractable circular thingy to retract the long wire up. Because I had the problem of not knowing where to stuff the long wire into for my old earphones, I thought to myself, ‘this would better be a good investment’. It was about $20.
I know I know, I can hear WHAT A FRIGGIN MISER. Now now, children. Before you start throwing your nose shit at me, hear me out.
Earphones are crazily irregular. Some might look fantastically stylish and chic, but it is a pain to use because the earphone head is waaaay to big for your ears and it hurts. Or, some may look bastardly ugly but good because the bass is fantastic, etc. So at the end of the story, I want to bring back to you that I really genuinely wanted to make full use of the $20 that I bought. Okay fine, technically it was my parents who bought it but damnit, just take it that I bought it alright!
So anyway, going back to my story, after buying it, we made our way to Challenger. I saw the same piece of earphones. For how much, you ask.
$13.90
So I was sailing on pretty smoothly until I saw an identical earphones but a BETTER BRAND.
For only $9.90.
I wanted to bawl my eyes out. All those earphones prices were rubbing lemon juice into my raw wounds. ):
Why can’t all the earphones just unite at a single place so consumers don’t have to travel up and down just to find the PERFECT price?! Then again, there’s no such thing as a perfect price.
You know, I’ve never understood why rich people like to buy branded stuff that totally isn’t worth the ker-ching in the first place. For example, I’ve never understood why rich people are so turned on by
Sickens me, sometimes. I know an acquaintance who buys leather goods from Europe and he brags about it saying that its unique and has that aura ‘only I have it in school so that makes me special’ thing.
NEWSFLASH! Having such luxurious products doesn’t make you special, you dull blob. It just says LABEL WHORE on you.
You know, its fine by me if someone buys an expensive product. Its really fine, I don’t want to sound like a sore person. But if you go around a brag about it because the rest of your friends aren’t as well off as you, you’re just rubbing shit in their faces. Na-uh not cool.
That treatment is just as unnecessary as having to witness an old man peeing by the bus-stop and you have the full view of his wrinkled prunes and banana that looks like soaked fingers. (I’m not making this up. I saw this old man peeing by the bus-stop and he was holding his external male organ of copulation that’s used to transfer semen to the female, and shaking it preeeeetty hard to make sure every drip of his urine is out. I sat by my bus seat dumbfounded. LESSON 101: Keep eyes closed at all times during bus rides.)
However, it is definitely a different thing if you buy both high end products AND products that have no brands labelled on it. Somehow, it shines a different light on you now. It just shows that you’re not that high up there and scorns at those who are way lower than you. Good for you.
Aside from those 7 sins shit, I’m thinking of cutting my hair!
Oh yes, I wanna add that I’m going to dye my hair black again. My black roots are peeking out from my brown hair and can I just say it looks awfully disgusting.
Somehow I came up with a theory that the reason why some of us, maybe even majority, just refuse to dye our hair another colour when the dye fades off and your original roots starts showing is, because we wanna make FULL USE of the $ -insert the amount of money you spent for your hair whether it looks fugly ornot- that we’ve spent. Making full use means that you just snub light of making the opportunity of redying your hair. Instead you patiently wait for your hair to go all black while having those ugly looking brown bits of dye at the tip of your hair.
YUCK.
I mean if I can make an effort of watering my (dying, due to my heartless effort of not bothering about stupid plants) money plant sitting on top of my desk, you should at least make the effort of dying it another colour.
That being said, if you're just not bothering about your hair because you're lazy, you're forgiven. Everyone deserves to be forgiven because everyone should have the chance to repent. And be lazy. Amen.
Next time, dye your hair another colour when your original roots starts peeking out, okay? Its a deal. (Eew, that sounds so wrong. Somehow.)
If you may allow me, I just want to explain the reason of me watering my dying plant. I still water it because I hope I can revive the dead and prolly win a Nobel prize. Though, I may not exactly come up with the theory how I revived a dead plant and make it start taking in water and CO² and sunlight BUT I still did it. Nyeh nyeh!
However, I will quit anytime soon now. Its not responding to me. And the brown leaves are hanging. Dead.
SO YES, as I was saying, I’m gonna dye my hair black again. I want to stop having people (READ: relatives) calling me some Japanese chick who got lost in our sunny island.
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