Being human, we are subjected to a numerous of feelings of obsessions over certain things. We started at very young age, where we craved about a lot of things. When we were toddlers, we craved about toys. I remembered when I was small, I always wanted to own a set of Optimus Prime, completed with its trailer and stuff. I never got it until now, but I remembered it well as it is one of my earliest craving for stuff. Then it was Tamiya, where I always dreamed about having the best one around. I did owned a few back then, but never did I customised it to the extend it didn't look like the original model.
I remembered the first time I wanted to own a pair of football boots, after seeing my friends using them while football and hockey practice. I remembered looking at the field and observing the imprints of the studs of the boots being marked clearly on the field. At that moment, I tell myself that one of these days, my boots will leave the same markings on this field. My first boots was really a humble one. My father bought me a Fung Keong boots. I don't know if you have heard this brand, but it existed. Don't know if they are still around. Imagine a black Pallas Jazz shoe with rubber studs below; that is Fung Keong. It wasn't pretty, but I am really proud of that boots. I remembered kicking a ball for the first time using that boots. The feeling was amazing. As a kid, I felt like for the first time, I achieved something. Good times.
During my early teens, my tendencies of owning a particular thing have shifted along a new set of things. Toys are no longer in my mind. I started to obsessed about things that have anything to do with music. I began obsessing about guitars. I started going to gigs and imagining myself to be on the stage, rocking the hell out of my strings. I never got to buy a guitar at that time, as my farther was strongly opposing it. In fact, I only got my first guitar about 10 years later, during my tertiary studies, as a gift from my brother; an acoustic Santa Cruz. The feeling was mutual. I went into the guitar shop, and there she was. Ready to be plucked. Ready to be held in my arms. It was like love at first sight. I remembered plucking it for the first time. The tunes stuck on me for a very long time. She's still here now. Beautiful and amazing as always.
I remembered the first thing I bought with my very first paycheck, working as a Customer Service Assistant in Caltex Section 3, Shah Alam. I always wanted to buy a watch. As I am quite an outdoor person, a strong and reliable watch comes to mind. Then I saw it; a G-Shock watch. That is the very first thing I bought with my very first paycheck. And it's a damn good watch as well. I rarely get it off my wrist. In fact, I only took it off while bathing. It followed me while I camping, swimming, playing sports, jogging, even sleeping. I even wore it when I climbed my first mountain in Cameroon Highlands. I still own it, although the strap is broken. I am going to fix it.
Until now, the feeling of craving and obsessions are still a big part of my life. I know, we are all trained to be consumers, working jobs we hate so that we can buy something we don't need. I know that. But shit, the feelings of owning something you truly desire are overwhelming, satisfying your obsession, lighting up your day, making life worth living. Okay, I'm exaggerating. You get the idea.
Why am I writing this? Two reasons; Firstly, this is the entry that came across my mind today, about the whole consumerism and male obsession thing. Secondly, I just bought something that is truly something I desire and obsess about for many a years. Something I learned about thoroughly, and understand the mechanism behind it. Something I always wanted to own, but somehow just didn't happen.
I bought a Zippo.
I know, I know. Some of you might be thinking, "What the fuck? A Zippo? That's it? You have been obsessing about a Zippo?" You might be thinking that I only have the right to brag if I bought an iPhone, or a Macbook, or an Ed Hardy original t-shirt, or a BMW. Doesn't matter to me. I don't desire those things. Never even think about thinking to own them. Except for the BMW. But that is a totally different thing. I obsess about Zippo, ever since I started smoking in 2003. I see it more than just a smoking paraphernalia. I see it as a collector's item. Something to be very proud of. Everything about it captivates me. Every markings, the sound it makes when the top is fling open, the flame it produces, the maintenance aspects, the shine of its finish, everything. I even watched videos on interesting ways to light the Zippo. I just love that thing. And I am very proud that I can finally own one.
Big deal, you say? Well, I don't really care what you think. All I care about, is that I finally own something I crave for, something I obsess about. I have satisfied my male obsession for now.
The feeling I get when I light my first cigarette using my own Zippo?
Simply exquisite, out of this world experience.
I remembered the first time I wanted to own a pair of football boots, after seeing my friends using them while football and hockey practice. I remembered looking at the field and observing the imprints of the studs of the boots being marked clearly on the field. At that moment, I tell myself that one of these days, my boots will leave the same markings on this field. My first boots was really a humble one. My father bought me a Fung Keong boots. I don't know if you have heard this brand, but it existed. Don't know if they are still around. Imagine a black Pallas Jazz shoe with rubber studs below; that is Fung Keong. It wasn't pretty, but I am really proud of that boots. I remembered kicking a ball for the first time using that boots. The feeling was amazing. As a kid, I felt like for the first time, I achieved something. Good times.
During my early teens, my tendencies of owning a particular thing have shifted along a new set of things. Toys are no longer in my mind. I started to obsessed about things that have anything to do with music. I began obsessing about guitars. I started going to gigs and imagining myself to be on the stage, rocking the hell out of my strings. I never got to buy a guitar at that time, as my farther was strongly opposing it. In fact, I only got my first guitar about 10 years later, during my tertiary studies, as a gift from my brother; an acoustic Santa Cruz. The feeling was mutual. I went into the guitar shop, and there she was. Ready to be plucked. Ready to be held in my arms. It was like love at first sight. I remembered plucking it for the first time. The tunes stuck on me for a very long time. She's still here now. Beautiful and amazing as always.
I remembered the first thing I bought with my very first paycheck, working as a Customer Service Assistant in Caltex Section 3, Shah Alam. I always wanted to buy a watch. As I am quite an outdoor person, a strong and reliable watch comes to mind. Then I saw it; a G-Shock watch. That is the very first thing I bought with my very first paycheck. And it's a damn good watch as well. I rarely get it off my wrist. In fact, I only took it off while bathing. It followed me while I camping, swimming, playing sports, jogging, even sleeping. I even wore it when I climbed my first mountain in Cameroon Highlands. I still own it, although the strap is broken. I am going to fix it.
Until now, the feeling of craving and obsessions are still a big part of my life. I know, we are all trained to be consumers, working jobs we hate so that we can buy something we don't need. I know that. But shit, the feelings of owning something you truly desire are overwhelming, satisfying your obsession, lighting up your day, making life worth living. Okay, I'm exaggerating. You get the idea.
Why am I writing this? Two reasons; Firstly, this is the entry that came across my mind today, about the whole consumerism and male obsession thing. Secondly, I just bought something that is truly something I desire and obsess about for many a years. Something I learned about thoroughly, and understand the mechanism behind it. Something I always wanted to own, but somehow just didn't happen.
I bought a Zippo.
I know, I know. Some of you might be thinking, "What the fuck? A Zippo? That's it? You have been obsessing about a Zippo?" You might be thinking that I only have the right to brag if I bought an iPhone, or a Macbook, or an Ed Hardy original t-shirt, or a BMW. Doesn't matter to me. I don't desire those things. Never even think about thinking to own them. Except for the BMW. But that is a totally different thing. I obsess about Zippo, ever since I started smoking in 2003. I see it more than just a smoking paraphernalia. I see it as a collector's item. Something to be very proud of. Everything about it captivates me. Every markings, the sound it makes when the top is fling open, the flame it produces, the maintenance aspects, the shine of its finish, everything. I even watched videos on interesting ways to light the Zippo. I just love that thing. And I am very proud that I can finally own one.
Big deal, you say? Well, I don't really care what you think. All I care about, is that I finally own something I crave for, something I obsess about. I have satisfied my male obsession for now.
The feeling I get when I light my first cigarette using my own Zippo?
Simply exquisite, out of this world experience.
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