Stiff neck! And I am complaining… Probably it is ’bout time I go pillow hunting. By that, I mean for real, not being indecisive about buying new pillow, while easily spent hundreds on unnecessary bargains. I do have some serious shopping habit; something I ought to evaluate soon.
And just days back during dinner with a friend, I casually mentioned that not everyone is rich enough to live it luxury, unless [1] rich parent, [2] high-paid job, and [3] rich partner. He somehow seemed slightly taken aback with the third. Perhaps in a relationship, a rich partner doesn’t necessary mean generously lavishing lifestyle for the not-so-rich partner. By doing so, does it mean selling your soul? Does it mean that one is more superior over the other?
I guess no one will ever comment on you spending your parent’s money, or your own hard-earn money. But when it comes to your partner’s money, it so often has that prejudice, against all odds. Understandably in certain situation that spending on the one you love is the best thing you could do for yourself. Somewhat like the “I scratch your back, you scratch mine” concept.
— blah blah blah —
I finished that book in less than half a day in Borders.
And the new-flavored muffin and blended mocha in Starbuck.
But still haven’t buy that bloody pillow!
I probably deserved the stiff neck after all.
