It is Sunday night, it is quiet and all I’m already dreading the thought of having to go back to work already the next day.

Then, it dawned on me that it is actually the New Year’s weekend and hey! Monday is a public holiday still. We have Monday off!

For such an eventful 2010, the New Year’s Eve was one of the most uneventful ever! Spud was in bed by 7pm as always, and we both stayed in like it was a school night. We spent a quiet night – just the two of us, on the couch twiddling our thumbs, wondering what to do till midnight and ended up watching a movie , drinking tea and looking forward to having some friends over for lunch on New year’s day.

I could barely keep myself awake and felt completely mangled out from exhaustion courtesy of Spud. I was ready to go to bed by 10pm, like I always do on any other day. But, as Silver Bullet put it, this was not any other day. It was new years’ eve and, could we please try to make it for the countdown. And so, we had our countdown accompanied by an online atomic clock, and enjoyed the 15 minutes less than spectacular fireworks from Central World from our balcony.

If there was one thing that kept me going, it was the sheer willpower I borrowed off Silver Bullet to make it through the night into 2011. I lasted no more than 25 minutes after midnight. Then I completely zonked out! I guess our partying days are now officially over.

That was as eventful as it could get to welcome 2011. And that my friends, was certainly something!

Okay. So I am one of those females who do not enjoy shopping. If anything, I cannot stand the thought of it. Window shopping is not something I would enjoy and shopping has never been my thing. Period.

In fact, unless necessary, I would rather spend the entire day at the zoo rather than negotiate my way in a crowded mall. Such is my sentiments to shopping in general; hence my general lack of attention for merchandise in the shops.

However, if I happened to see something I like, my modus operandi is usually stop-look-see; and if I really like it, I’d do a quick-quick try-pay for it- get the hell out imeediately! If I have to queue for too long in trying to pay for it, I might change my mind and come back for it another day (or not!).

It so happened recently that what appeared like a tailor shop at the corner street of our apartment had a rather pretty looking dress on display which caught my eyes. As far as I am concerned, the shop has been there forever. I passed by it often, and this is one of those rare times when I kind of fell in love with the dress at the window display with each passing day.

Convinced that I really wanted the dress, I made my way into the shop one morning only to be greeted with a rather unfriendly yet puzzled face. Undeterred, I asked the lady in my best pidgin Thai what is the price tag of the dress so I could try it and purchase it immediately. My request was met with not only the most unfriendly “no,no,no,” I have ever had in my life, but also with a rather annoyed shove out of the store! I even had to inch backwards towards the door (and I was only about a meter into the shop) as she hastily moved forward as if to let me know I was not welcome when I asked if she could tailor it for me!

I was a very willing paying potential customer, but she acted as if she did not want my patronage ever! It was the strangest moment.

It makes me wonder if the shop is just a front for something dubious.

I still like the dress, though. Why do they put something up with the intention of not selling it? Perhaps I should try again another time.