I busted close to $150 on clothes just yesterday.
What's so weird?
Shock #1:
I don't shop. Ever. Until now. That is if you don't count the trips to the wet market with dad as of my old part-time job. Or the fact that I visit NTUC regularly to stock up on unhealthy but necessary food for the larder.
Okay, I pretty much failed in making my point.
Shock #2:
I don't like to spend. Except maybe that close to $100 on 1 blazer. Really. *innocent face*
So happily I went home, admiring what I've bought. I even went home and tried it all on once more.
Thank God for my vanity. Because I realised *GASP* the zipper on the jeans is defective.
Imagine going to a wedding dinner without zipping up your jeans. Not a nice thought.
So now I have to lug my lazy ass all the way back to Bugis Street (which by the way has serious oxygen deprivation issues) just to get a change (or a refund).
Damn, why did I even bother.
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