hm sorry abt the recent posts, realised they've all been bitch-fests.. oh well. yep there's nothing quite like laying an expletive-ridden red carpet for your grand entrance into frustrationville, which is located just a stone's throw away from la maison de pisse.

let's not beat around the long-suffering bush. i think people go into relationships pretty much like they shop. everyone has a different style of shopping, and they could end up with different things. or they could end up with the same thing, but their view on the resulting purchase is different. examples of the varying methods:

1. wait for the sale. you don't urgently need anything at the moment, and can live perfectly well w/o it. but if anything that catches your eye conveniently pops up and is a bargain to boot, well and good.
2. declare you only want one thing, and go right for the kill. ignore the price, the time spent hunting it down, whether it even suits you; all you know is that you want it, and you want it bad.
3. have something in mind, but haven't quite identified it yet. you'll know it when you spot it, though the possibility that you might never find quite the exact picture you had is all too high.
4. go window shopping. you don't want anything at all, but you do love to try them on just for fun.
5. know you want something, and that it would be perfect for you, but stop short of buying it because (a) it's expensive, (b) you already have something like it, or (c) you don't know if it'll ultimately be a bad choice, which would be a very expensive mistake [see (a)]

et moi? i have a very bad habit. i tend to spot something i like, but restrain myself from buying it because i am el cheapo personified. i hang around for ages contemplating the choice, trying to convince myself that i don't need it and that it looks bad on me anyway. if i finally do decide to make my purchase, it's usually gone by then. or sometimes if i'm really lucky, i get the last piece available. it's happened before, and it's gonna happen again and again and again, till the bloody cows come home and announce that elvis is still alive.