(27th Oct 2006)
A person asked me this question:
“Would you rather be surrounded by a lot of people who call themselves your friends, or would you rather a few but close and good ones?”
Many will choose the latter. But think again, are you sure you don’t enjoy the presence of many people around you? It is always difficult to make a choice in this case, isn’t it?
I’ve found the right bag to replace my existing ‘hole-y’ one I’m carrying to school. Speaking of that hole-y bag, I just went to check the size of the hole, and found out that it actually grew to an outstanding 3.5cm! 0.5cm overnight? That is simply amazing! If my hair could grow that fast… ok most probably not, because if it is then I’ll have to visit the hairdresser VERY often… but then that will mean I’ll get more stylo hairstyles and not have to wait for so darn long to have the hairstyles changed if I don’t like them:)
Alright back to the hole-y bag of mine. I was really heartbroken when I discovered the hole at the side. I did not ill-treat it in any way, so where does that hole come from? It was so adorable when I got it! The thought of the hole growing with time is super disheartening. The hole is growing at an alarming speed of 0.5cm a day and that means it is going to swallow the entire bag in no time! OH MY GOD! My dear bagggg!!!!!
Because of the hole I told myself that the next bag I get, I’ll look at the quality, design and then the price. I finally see the picture. It’s better to invest in some quality guaranteed bags with a considerably reasonable price, even if it is higher than usual ones, than to look for fanciful designs with low prices but end up hole-y mole-y in no time. After that I’ll have to hunt again for another similar bag and the vicious cycle is established.
And so it brings me to the bag I found in Wallet Shop. The one in the shop is white, and it’s quite big, aha, which means no worries of stuffing my GC, pencil case and my jacket inside. Mind you, the items I listed just now are the biggest and heaviest in my bag. As I was thinking whether I should just grab that bag (the price was reasonable also), I spotted another one. Just that this other one is not real. Confused? Alright, there was this poster hung near the entrance, showing all the new designs of bags, coming soon to the shop. Coming soon means not here yet. And there was this bag, white with a little of pink words which caught my eyes almost instantly. I LOVE THAT BAG. And it’s coming soon. But not so soon. Urgh. Never mind, I told myself. I shall make do with the current hole-y bag, and hope that by the time the hole takes over the bag, the ‘coming soon’ bag has already come. Then it will be just nice for transition.
Discovery of the day:
There’s a poem written by somebody at the bus stop (yeah, I mean vandalism).
‘I was born to live
I will live to die
With only wonders in between
A spirit lost
A spirit free
Another teardrop in the sea
A dreamer’s dream
A timeless chance
A glimpse into my simple dance
But as you picture what you see
Don’t mistake the words for me’
Do you think there will be one more teardrop in the sea if I leave this world?
