today's retail therapy session was LOVELY. even though my legs were aching at the end of about 5hours, i felt like i've accomplished my mission. mission spend-your-money that is. i got EVERYTHING i wantedneeded. but i spent like 100bucks today getting those essentials like clothes (i wanted to buy more dresses but decided to be a good girl and resist the temptation), hot black pumps which double as court shoes to go with the blazer and presents for the bday loves(they better love har & i for getting them to-die-for presents. & we spent close to half an hr at newurbanmale deciding on which shirt to get). imagine my pain as i calculated how much i spent today (it's a habit for me to keep track of my finance) but heck, it's okay because i feel good after a whole day of splurging. nothing beats shopping, i swear. i guess i'm a typical girl afterall.
we met alot of people. aunts, cousins, the ex (at such bad timing & i swear he doesn't look as hot as he used to be when we dated), friends of friends- all at bugis. i guess that place is a haunt to all. cos we didn't meet anyone we know at marina sq
but i still wonder. where do all those mats/minahs (i didn't use these as derogatory terms) get money to get their expensive apparels like those from topman/topshop/num/zara/mango and all other designer labels? because i doubt ALL of them come from wealthy families. anyone of those mentioned, kind enough to enlighten me?
things to die-for:
Billabong's park purse central park Ripcurl's keep sake leather wallet
Ripcurl's Yous truly Henley
billabong's carousel zip hood <33
har, look! you got me hooked on to that victorian theme.