So today I went to collect my loots from Taobao. For the uninitiated, it is a wonderland/haven/treasure trove of goodies, runway-inspired clothing etc etc. for a fraction of the price. Everything is amazing until you realise the only caveat is that everything is in Chinese... Yeah. They're all Made in China but the quality is comparable to normal retail/online shops, especially if you know where to get your stuff.
Here's 1/5 of what I got: Bunny Ninja pouch for my Fujifilm Instax (yeah, justifying my purchases), $4
Minty iPhone cover $3
Yellow ribbon iPhone 'hole protector' (lol) $0.80
Circle shades $3
Yup, flea market prices.
Cutest bow 'hole protector' for my iPhone! I have absolutely no idea what that is supposed to be called.
Today I also got drenched in the rain and splashed from top to toe by a passing, no wait, zooming car. It was like a wave from the sea hit me.
I also read and re-read Seventeen by Colin Cheong again and again. Just realised that I was 17 when I randomly pulled this book out from my school library. It was thinner than the others, so I figured why not give it a shot. Then, so many beautiful phrases. A moving, poignant story of life in a Junior College in Singapore. I cried, because I could relate to so much. And my favourite sentences are those that I photoshopped a highlight on above.
Because memories are not exactly how things were. Sometimes we add, dramatise or block out some images. Photos are exact moments of our memories. Which is an irony because they can be the most tangible yet intangible at the same time. But as long as we can make the best out of what we have, those memories would be beautiful, no matter what.
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