There are branded fountain pens, branded notebooks, branded bicycles, old VW's, knives, cats, kittens, caps (french or otherwise), LP's, sewing machines and what have you, even boats and cars. There's a filthy-rich dato' around here who owns about 100 fancy cars (but only 1 wife, so he says) - 100 cars!
My objects of desire used to be unattainable hot-blooded male movie characters like Simon Templar or Ilya Kuryakin. That was many decades ago off course, before I went ga-ga over a skinny, pennniless student who scattered a gang of teenaged skinheads with some cool silat langkahs and strikes. Then he became my bodyguard and have remained so ever since.
Well, well.... but what do people do with all those items that they lovingly fondle and murmur sweet nothings to everyday? Come a fancier newer model, and they'd readily search out the best bargains simply out of the excitement of owning one. "Ini investment lah yang", justifying to the resigned used-to-be desirous one.
Or it might not be a newer model even - collectors have been known to compete for used but prestigious models too. A used Bufori, Harley? Golf sets, yachts, catamarans?
And speaking of boats, how about boat-lovers out there adopting these two vessels that came aground during the Aceh Tsunami? They can no longer sail.
This one's turning to rust (picture courtesy of ranjini)
and this one atop a house is decaying.
They can no longer sail, but are monuments nevertheless, screaming for tender, loving care. Don't our hearts bleed for those who were in their path on that life-defining day?