Bags of Pleasures

For straight 10days of my Italy trip, all I see from them is the urge to get those branded bags. They were more excited when they entered those boutiques rather than entering a tour site.  They were not eyeing for the latest model, but the higher the price the more tempting it is. I am talking about those high-class ladies that I know. Even the beauty of the exotic islands couldn’t make them blink from those blings. 

Observing them, what I see were:

• When they planned what to buy, they couldn’t even close their eyes – those were jovial sleepless nights. 

• When they hunted for those bags, they ignore all the pain of long walk. When they plunged in the shop, I can see the spark of excitements in their eyes. 

• When they were carrying those big wrapped bags, you’ll know that they were walking in cloud nine. 

I always envied them. I envy the “pleasure” that they get simply by possessing those branded bags. How I wish I could taste the same pleasure. Some will walk tall carrying those bags, some can’t stop studying the beauty of their newly bought bags, some won’t stop smiling, and some will even boast non-stop about their bags. I tried it before; peer-pressure got me into it. I know I am not a bag person, but I still got myself a fancy expensive bag. People all “greeted” me for choosing an expensive piece, but yet I didn’t get those excitements; making me more and more remorse. 

I am not against expensive bags, it’s just that I wanna ensure I get the pleasure that I deserve from spending big amount of money. On this trip, I get a little wiser; I didn’t force myself to buy anything that I don’t like.  All I did was watching them turning on their built-in GPS system on tracking boutiques without knowing a single word in local language(!!!), asking the bags they want by using body language and pictures saved on their Blackberry-s (smart uh!!!) and witnessing them jumping joyfully to get their early Christmas gifts (Yipppiieeee!!!). How I envy them, how cheap it is to pull a smile on their pretty faces. I am yet to find out what will make me smile like them. Maybe a whole cart would. Hahaha.

FYI, I was the only person that didn’t queue up at the tax-refund counter at the end of the trip, and am very proud of it 