Joy from a bag!

Oh my god!

My mummy bought me my miu miu bag and it's sitting in the living room, oblivious to the joy it brings me. Man, I havent been this kind of happy for a long time. This kind of happy being that kind of happy you get when say u have been longing for a Baby G for a year and finally getting it when u do well in your PSLE or the kind of happy when u receive your favourite barbie doll on Christmas day. I really haven't felt like that in a long time. It's like someone (usually my parents) granted me my wish, not with a wand but with their credit cards. ahahahah.... It's ridiculous how happy a bag can make me and I never thought of myself as a bag person.

I love the whole process of buying the bag. I love it the most when I see it get wrapped up nicely with the ribbons and the nice nice box. It's in a pale pink box with the miu miu words in brown and god, i hugged it and gushed over it to no one in particular. Man.. I am ashamed of how i am acting and feeling over a bag.

I haven't opened it yet to look at the bag in detail, I wanna save it and open it on my birthday. I like savouring the joy of seeing the box just sitting there waiting for me. I feel like a kid again and it feels great cause I am turning 23 and I am going to start work. The road is long and it's gonna be tough but moments like this remind me of the kid I can be, particularly around my birthday when i am just going to grow older and hopefully wiser.

Here's counting down to my birthday. I shall not mind that I start work on my birthday. It's only a day after all. But I am happy and thankful for all I have.

And p/s before anyone reading this judges me for being a super high maintenance girl, this really is a rare rare gift and I appreciate every single bit of it.

My first official bag: a miu miu bag! oh joy! oh happiness! oh wheee.