You know when You are Pushing a Certain Age When...

1. You start liking things that you normally didn't go for. Like looking at handbags on eBay. Seriously, something as feminine as handbags, designer handbags no less? And babies. I no longer cringe at the sight of small children. Instead, I attempt to smile and wave at them. Perhaps even one day I will touch them. The horrors.

2. Retro music starts to sound real good in your ears. The Classics, you might say. Like 80's hip hop/dance music. (Please insert background music of Salt'n'Pepa's "Push It" here) I believe it to be a pathetic attempt to bring back the fond memories of tights and extra-large sweatshirts and scrunchies.

3. You start to pay attention to the many follies that may enhance the ravage of age on your face and body, like McDonald's, the sun, dry weather, and generally anything that consists of living prior to your 25th birthday. I go to the gym, use eye cream, and shop for groceries (including yogurt). What has the world come to?

4. Begin every other sentence with, "Back in my days..." or "I remember this one time..." Why would you even use the phrase that makes you sound 20 years older than you are?

5. Damn, I forgot. Oh right, the combination horrible short-term memory and fleeting attention span makes you go "Eh?" every 3 minutes.

6. Hormones kicking in. Starts to get emotional over the littlest things. For example, I totally teared up during the opening sequence of "Juno", when she was walking down the street downing a 4-liter Sunny D. By the way, it's such a lovable movie, and everyone in it were so awesome. Big love to Juno's dad's line, "Find someone who think the sun shines out of your ass." *sob.

Some of these changes are quite sudden, but some are long time in the making. So far, it's hard to tell if I'll fulfill my dream as a old spinster with 7 cats, because I haven't started on the collection of felines yet. However I'm already halfway there, so here's to aging!

Musings from Spending 2 hours on eBay looking at nothing but Handbags

I was going to spend my time more constructively, like actually purchasing a case for my eternally tortured iPod, which has scratches and smudges all over it. However, I got distracted from the search for the perfect case; and instead, I focused my energy on looking for the perfect handbag/pouch. It's an extra difficult endeavor made by my irrational demands: 1. no Coach, because it's becoming a supermarket brand (e.g. every time I go pick my mom up from work, there is bound to be a middle-aged lady with a Coach purse); 2. no vintage, and 3. no ugly. I thought these prerequisites were quite reasonable, so I plunged head first into the depth of eBay Canada, handbag division.

Originally, I was searching for a pouch. A little thing with wrist strap that's big enough for id, cash, and possibly cellphone. I was wrong. Without Coach, there is not much to choose from. Why in the world are there SO many listings for Coach bags? Are they insanely popular because they come with crack cocaine in the hidden pockets? Superior design? Doubtful.

I did, however, saw two listings that had me salivating (metaphorically speaking). One is this little Louis Vuitton dark brown leather pouch. It was perfect. Kind of large, but perfect. I think it was going for $100+. Same deal goes for this beautiful tan Hermes goat leather bag. The luxury was just oozing out of the picture. That one was going at $300+. Not something that I can afford.

In the end, I figured, if I can't have it perfect, then I probably shouldn't have it at all. Because really, at the end of the day, I cannot justify that kind of purchase. The laments of a little barista.

Recap

It's been a while since I've posted here. Since my last post I've weathered through the holiday season as well as my birthday. I'm 25! Quarter of a century old! Assuming I live to about 75, and frankly, that's too much already, I've lived a third of my life. One third. Amazing. I'll just leave that idea up in the air for pondering purposes.

The holiday season was good. I actually got days off so I was very happy. My loot for boxing day include a pair of dark jeans (yay!) and a couple of CD's. I didn't do much of anything, just stayed home and watched tv. I saw Sweeney Todd, and became unbelievably addicted to the song "A little priest" by Angela Lansbury and George Hearn. Johnny was the hotness, as usual, and Helena Bonham Carter was so good! Loved her! She has now another dimension to her for me other than Bellatrix Lestrange. I also saw Charlie Wilson's War and I am Legend, both wonderful movies. I saw Big Fish on tv the other night, and I was all teary-eyed when I watched the last bit about the father's death. All in all, a very productive holiday.

We didn't have much of a feast of any kind. I had a bowl of beef noodles for my Christmas eve, and that was so delicious. I love beef noodles. For New year's day, we went to Little Sheep for some Mongolian hot pot. Their signature soup base was so fantastic I had a whole plate of beef all by myself. I usually don't eat much meat when I'm eating hot pot, I'm more a tofu/meat balls kinda person, but it was SO good. One more thing, no alcohol for the entire holiday period. None. I don't know what happened. One day I will celebrate properly, one day.

And then it was my birthday. I spent the entire day with my mom. I guess it's only fitting. We went to get my birthday present (work shoes), and went shopping for my birthday dinner (Costco). It was good. I don't care much for presents, but I was still very thankful for the gift San brought for me. All in all it was a good birthday.

Now it's back to normal, or until Chinese New Year when we try to do it up. Until then, I'm going to try to get back to my routine of attempting gym visits twice a week, attempting to bring lunch to work, and attempting to be happier everyday. I can at least pretend, and I imagine my most optimistic friend saying, "That's the spirit!" (since I don't believe in resolutions and all, but that's a whole other can of worms).