So I got one.
It's rather huge, but that just means I can dump my whole room inside.
It was Saturday night after Campus when I first entertained the thought of saving for one after my friend told me about how he did so. It's roomy, the bag, but still $179 is quite the fortune to pay for a bag.
On Sunday my cousin Sandra and my parents were walking at the Raffles City Marketplace when we walked past the Crumpler shop, and I slowed to scan for prospective models.
Immediately (it was quite alarming actually), Sandra looked where I was staring and said, 'You like it? You like the bag?'
'Um... well I was thinking of saving for one, yes...'
'But you like it? YOU LIKE THE BAG??'
At which point my father jumped in.
'You like it? You want it? You like the bag? Come! I buy for you! You want or not! You like the bag?'
Isn't it nice to have people fawn over you once in awhile.
As much as I am grateful to my father for splashing such money on me (yes. it is splashing) I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the conversation he held with my mother. My mother was quite naturally appalled at the extravagant prices, and my father said 'Aiyah it's ok la. I'm not spoiling them la, but at their age, they need identity...'
Honestly, I like the Crumpler more for the space and the uber sweet shoulder strap. The cushion is damn comfortable can.
It's nice to have branded goods, but I'm not exactly insisting that all Christmas presents if any have to be Bvlgari and above.
Actually as I am typing this in school, I realise that apart from my specs, which happen to be quite good quality stuff, just about everything else I have is branded. Half of the stuff are things people blessed me with. My phone (in part anyway), my hoodie, my watch, my shoes, my bag, my Nike t-shirt, my Dockers pants.
You don't have to be rich to be blessed with material people.
orchestrated by Renhao at 10:36:00 am
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