I've dedicated the past week to visiting. I swear I've worn those Mondo stilettos many times over and blisters have yet to attack my feet. It's proven true that I can run in them, even though it's a thumb and a third high ! The suppermassive oversized number of people on Monday was OGGAY, I suppose. My brother almost killed me when he realized there wasn't a single tub of ice cream left in the freezer. But oh well. At the very least, I got to recoup back some money I spent during the weekend. This year, thankfully, I used some of it to add tops into my wardrobe, got a pair of Simpsons boxers, a pair of shades and two other knickers from topshop - instead of raiding record shelves at HMV. Well, at least not yet.
Unlike this year, I blew $300 and a few dollars more on just records and weekly supply of Kerrang! and a couple of books last year. The records were all in a single receipt. Yeah I know it's pretty perpetrated but it made me a happy person. But through the year the urge to purchase these monsters have ebbed. Which is also equal to my being less happier than I was before.
I need the fucking sales to start, Pronto. I really want to shop till I drop. Like I did in Manila barely 5 months ago. I wouldn't mind another road trip too, maybe up KL. Only this time I wanna rent a bus with a built-in toilet. Then maybe I can smuggle in a whole year's supply of gum and a box of pirated dvds.
I found something else that makes my day. CHECK MY ZEN. You'll fall in love with its contents that you wouldn't let it go even if I chopped off your balls and feed them to the dogs.
