Woots! I've been shopping for the past Saturday and Sunday, and boy, that felt good. I finally realized and believed that the one and only greatest stress-reliever is no longer sleeping, but retail therapy. Now here's why (a few observations which I made while aimlessly zipping in and out of Paragon, Taka and whatnots):
- When we conduct retail therapy for ourselves, we are indirectly trying to clear our brains of whatever clutter that may have reside in there since time immemorial. This is because we are diverting our attention away from the clutter to the littlest, or however big it may be, pleasures which retail therapy has to offer - and at great length
- We gain a sense of satisfaction when we are able to zip out our, *gasps from fathers alike* credit cards and ATM cards and NETS and American Express cards, or whatever that is available. This is so because we feel that we are more in control of ourselves when our purchasing power increases, and this may indirectly make up for the drain of control due to extreme stress cases
- All of us, no matter how little it may be, have this ability to 'observe' people's antics, and we (secretly) gain a sense of satisfaction from the activity called 'People-Watching' (credits: Good Morning America)
- Our hyper level goes from null to over-the-top when we are able to get what we want (yes to all who feels this way). It's like, "Yay! One more item to chuck away from the closet or cookie oven or shoerack, you get my drift)
That. Was Made Over A Period Of Two Days. Usually I'd observe more, but due to the fact that I am really pressed for time at the current moment (gosh, look at the time!) and also because I'd better type whatever else I'm feeling before it dissipates into thin oxy-carbon-dioxided (ok, there's no such term, but the hell who cares) air.
Oh y va, to the next topic please.
So, I admit, I've been faithfully watching the Ellen DeGeneres show. And boy, that stuff contains lots of 'educational' and funny bits, which I bet would not have possibly been found anywhere else on tv. So, with that said, in case the producer of the Ellen DeGeneres show, Ms Kara Hogan, reads this entry (God, I pray that she wills ;P) I'd like to declare that at this point of my life, I totally DIG that show. I mean, come on, that show's full of sardonic, satiric comments and subtle criticisms (ahh yes, Sharkie's favourite 'S' words) that would only happen on that show. Take for instance, during the Sept 19 2007 show (which was broadcasted in Singapore only yesterday, Nov 19 2007, whee, they're a month apart!) which features Jessica Alba, the latter claims that Ellen was making fun of her. Here's how it goes:
Jessica: (After doing the 'perfect walk') You're makin' fun of me!
Ellen: Of course I'm not!
Jessica: Yes you are!
Ellen: No, I'm not. You can ask the audience. I've never made fun of my guests before, but this is the first time.
Haha.. Lolz. Ok, I know that narrating it would not even be half as funny, but you should totally catch that show if you're looking for alternative ways of venting out your stress levels without hitting the road or whipping out that credit cards, and suffering a heart attack when the bills came knock-knock-knockin' on ya door. Simple and inexpensive, plus, if you're the constant couch companion like I am, you'd be able to appreciate Ellen's subtle humour. Really. All it takes, is just an hour. Just an hour.
Next up, we have the movie called 'Beowulf'. This is the one featuring Ray Winstone, Anthony Hopkins and Angelina Jolie and the rest of their buddy class. 'Beowulf' is really the title for an Anglo-Saxon poem, but (and I know this must be lingering in some of your heads) some may think that 'Beo' means 'beer' (read: Pinot Noir) while 'Wulf' simply means 'wolf', so if you integrate them together, it becomes 'drunken wolf', which, if you were to look at it from another (mean) perspective, it sounds like drunken wolves and Wolverine battling it out on the Gladiator ring. But, but, that isn't the intention in which this was written. The point it, though some of the men may like to admit that Angie does look hot in her birthday suit, but the amazing thing about this movie is that it is so laden with special effects that it can even make Ray Winstone, who plays Drunken Thane, looks so hot and amazing with six pecs and washboard abs, though in reality, he is, well, fat and chubby and very grandfather-like. Isn't that really something? Now, this is probably what we call the greatest inventions of movies, that is, to make big-sized men like Ray Winstone look gorgeous, while on the contrary, Singaporean artistes are forever complaining that being on screen makes them fat. The secret? No, not Xando pills, but SPECIAL SLIMMING ON-SCREEN EFFECTS.
Take a leaf out of it, study the comments I've made, and I do welcome 'constructive' (the politically-correct term meaning: You'd better comment positively and not negatively) criticisms. Just tag on the black board below, and I'll answer everything with as much a politically-correct answer as possible. =)
Whoa, this has really been a long post. Perhaps the next time I shall continue doing such a thing would be when A's end on the 26th. Toodles! And thanks for being so patient so as to read this far.
By the bye, do check out this song, 'Once Again' by Frankie Jordan. It's a really sweet song which I'd recommend to future Stepford wives (not that I foresee myself being one in the future, heh). =)
