yesterday i remarked to my missus that one the biggest changes that i’m going through right now is my attention to things at shopping complexes. before this, sights of cool gadgets (and girls, but that’s a given) would leave me drooling. a journey through Plaza Lowyat is akin to a little kid in Toys R Us.

but now, strollers catch my attention more than anything else! i often watch in envy as people push their kids in cool strollers. a particular brand that never cease to pull my eyes are Quinny ones. but upon zooming my sights onto the price-tags of these kiddy-SUVs, i realized that kids who were fortunate enough to be riding these must be conceived by the union of diamond-studded sperms and grew inside gold-plated uteruses.

if they have rides that cost a few thousand bucks when they can’t even walk, imagine what they’ll get when they’re old enough to drive!

“Dad, I just got my driving license. Can I have my Porsche now?”

i bet they won’t even say ‘thanks’ hehehhh…

see, i get envious when people have what i can’t get. such is the nature of my black heart…