Shopping madness

I remember a long time ago short told me "Ruth you aren't a girl if you ever have enough bags or shoes." That made me rethink my attitude on shopping quite alot. I concluded that I just don't shop. Being in Malacca makes one rethink ones position on that though.

Well, the conclusion is, I do have enough bags and shoes.

But, I think I find new amusement in shopping. And if even an idiot like me can shop, I think everyone can. I realised there is a few steps to make oneself successfully shop, and enjoy it.

1) Tell your sister everything she likes is disgusting

2) Be prepared that everything you like, she will say is disgusting

3) Be prepared to like anything that she says is disgusting

4) Eat anything your parents tell you not to

5) When you finally find something that you and your sister both like, get your hands off it asap so the other person needs to pay.

6) Park all spoils on your dad and frolick toward the next place.

Hahahaha, you just end up with a lot more laughs, a couple more things and a lot less money. Not bad.

Don't get me wrong, I hate shopping. But one can find amusement in it all the same. For those who are unconvinced, try this:

Anne: Heyyyyyyyy ESPRIT!!!

Ruth: Oh YAWN

Anne: ESPRIT ESPRIT =drags everyone in=

Ruth: YAWWWWNN

Anne: Hey, esprit stuff is niceeeee, look at this, its cool right? =holds up random shirt=

Ruth: What, that looks gross.

Anne: Its not! MAAAAARRRRMMMM, does this look nice?

Mum: Er, actually its boring

Ruth: HA!

Anne:....but....but...

Ruth: (wandered off) Hey, this looks okay. =holds up bag=

Anne: No, it looks oh-biang

Ruth: It does not! Just a bit...bimbo.

Anne: Bimbo! Thats not bimbo! Thats...just oh biang

Ruth: OH COME ON.

Anne: You are not even bimbo you are ACT BIMBO! WTH-

Ruth: MARRMMMMMMMM, this looks nice right?

Mum: Both of you, stop it, why do you need each other or me to tell you whether something is nice?

Ruth/Anne:...

Mum: Lets go.

Anne: (silently follows)

Ruth (to the air): This looks nice right?