Cherries and all things nice
If you ask me what my favorite colour is, the first thing that pops up would be white. Yet one good friend mentioned some time ago that I really like the colour red. Strange it never seemed to occur to me that is my favourite colour, although, indeed, my car is red, my wallet is red, my handphone strap has red and I do get attracted to all things red.
Like cherries.
The other day I saw one makeup artiste put on these lovely cherry dangling earrings. "They're only 40 cents! From Bangkok!" she exclaims. I was like, wow, pretty good stuff. Must be me and red.
And now, I find myself getting very drawn to LV's Cerise. I don't buy them, I just look at them and find the animated cherries on the leather very adorable! Do you know they actually have expressions?
Maybe I'm subtly in the Valentine's mood, where you know, all things red that comes in pairs tend to steal the limelight.
Speaking of V-Day, I passed by a chocolate store today which has a mouth-watering display of muffins and apple crumble pies and brownies. The muffins really make you want to pick them up cos' they look so pretty and neat. A girl was with her boyfriend standing next to me, and I knew they were kind of discussing whether to get something from the display. Eventually, I heard the guy tell the counter staff he wants a regular muffin. Then the girl kind of nudged him and he switched it to a chocolate one instead. Honestly, both looked equally good, but I wonder if it's just looks.
I carried that little episode with me and wondered when was the last time I was out just walking around with a guy and bought me a snack or treat because I wanted. Days when I went out because I had nothing else important to do. Days when I could just hang around, window shop, eat, at my own leisurely pace with someone to share the moment with. These days, I'm out because I have to. I'm shopping because there is something I need to buy. I'm eating because I'm hungry and need to. And I realise, there's no joy in doing things because you need to. Once in a while, it's fun to just do something you don't have to, but simply because you can.
That day will come soon, right after March 16.
Meanwhile, it's bedtime, before the sun rises.
Like cherries.
The other day I saw one makeup artiste put on these lovely cherry dangling earrings. "They're only 40 cents! From Bangkok!" she exclaims. I was like, wow, pretty good stuff. Must be me and red.
And now, I find myself getting very drawn to LV's Cerise. I don't buy them, I just look at them and find the animated cherries on the leather very adorable! Do you know they actually have expressions?
Maybe I'm subtly in the Valentine's mood, where you know, all things red that comes in pairs tend to steal the limelight.
Speaking of V-Day, I passed by a chocolate store today which has a mouth-watering display of muffins and apple crumble pies and brownies. The muffins really make you want to pick them up cos' they look so pretty and neat. A girl was with her boyfriend standing next to me, and I knew they were kind of discussing whether to get something from the display. Eventually, I heard the guy tell the counter staff he wants a regular muffin. Then the girl kind of nudged him and he switched it to a chocolate one instead. Honestly, both looked equally good, but I wonder if it's just looks.
I carried that little episode with me and wondered when was the last time I was out just walking around with a guy and bought me a snack or treat because I wanted. Days when I went out because I had nothing else important to do. Days when I could just hang around, window shop, eat, at my own leisurely pace with someone to share the moment with. These days, I'm out because I have to. I'm shopping because there is something I need to buy. I'm eating because I'm hungry and need to. And I realise, there's no joy in doing things because you need to. Once in a while, it's fun to just do something you don't have to, but simply because you can.
That day will come soon, right after March 16.
Meanwhile, it's bedtime, before the sun rises.
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