No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way to find my VIP Duty Free Shopping Card

The first time I went overseas, I was a baby wearing a raggy old cloth nappy, discarded shorts and a singlet nestled in the arms of my mother on a Qantas flight bound for Sydney. The government would not pay extra for a seat by myself, albeit it I could’t sit up properly at the time. And my only humble possession at that time was my only baby photo glued to a piece of paper titled “Entry VISA”

I was still in a dire state the next time I left the country. I wore ratty old jeans I bought 70% off, an old t-shirt that I wore at least two times a week to uni and I wore these really old trainers I bought at some warehouse sale in the outer suburbs. I didn't have a passport and had to sign up for one, I had one credit card and a horrendous wallet that was falling apart at the seams and I carried all of this in a bright red Puma bag I used everyday for three years at uni. And to make sure I was on time, my father gave me a free watch he acquired some years earlier where minutes hand couldn't defy gravity and kept on missing ten minutes out of the hour. The next time I went travelling, it was more comfortable. I flew further than I have ever been before and I made sure that I made all the connecting flights with my darling Cartier. I keep my passport safe in my Dior bag and my money and credit cards stowed in my Louis Vuitton wallet. I had comfortable Lacoste trainers on and to ensure I did not freeze in the daunting European weather, plenty of Merino wool sweaters.

This time when I am travelling, I have no where to go and no one to see, only merely to just leave the country for a few weeks. And with that, I am departing the country wearing extremely comfortable jeans I bought a little boutique in Darlinghurst, a fashionable polo shirt with my leather jacket draped over my arms. And in the other, I am going to carry my Gucci duffle which will hold my Prada loafers until I can change into thongs on the plane. To ensure I am not running around, a new Dior chronograph watch will keep up my pace. And when I get there, I am going to just slip into my ridiculously expensive Egyptian cotton pyjamas and just lay around the luxurious five star resort.

Such is life.

posted by tykang @ 11/28/2006 10:57:00 PM