Crazy Girl at The Body Shop Warehouse Sale (read: ME)

I took a day off today, with two official reasons which are first to come to our beloved embassy and change my passport address so I don’t have to always queue in front of “Layanan Bebas Pajak” everytime I go back to my country, and second is to register my marriage since it’s been almost a year (duile…masih mo status single aja). While actually the true reason is to go to The Body Shop warehouse sale at Suntec Convention Centre.

I got the information about it via sms a couple days ago and I thought okay, lets check it out. Honestly, I had one thing in mind at that time which is the “New! Limited Edition Shimmer Cubes”. I thought the colors are gorgeous.

When I was there around 2 pm, the place is totally packed. There were probably 3 rows behind every table, with me being petite and small, it was almost impossible for me to take a peek at the displayed products yet buying anything. But you know nothing is as strong as a shopaholic at a warehouse sale.

Ta-daaahhh….



Okay, my wallet is completely unhappy today.
In my defense, a third of them belong to my friends and in-laws. 90% of the rest are gifts or shared with my hubby and mommy. Some are even belong to my mommy and hubby. Which left me with only little 4 products: the skin boost, eyeliner brush, eyeliner kohl and toe separator. I’m so proud of my controlled-self.

I always face with 4 conditions every shopping:

1. Not so ideal, is when I buy something for someone with my money. I obviously love that someone, eghh but still…what’s the harm with wishing it the other way around?
2. Guilty please, no strike that, it’s supposed to be called Stress Therapy, is when I buy something for moi with my own money
3. My dream Job: Personal Shopper, is when my friends ask me to buy something for them with their money (nitiph)
4. Every day gold-digger prayer, is when I buy something for me with other’s people money (legally of course). Yes, I do believe there is a gold digger persona in every person even though it's not dominant. I mean, come on, who can deny the pleasure you get when something you window shopping for so long, something you dreamed every night is suddenly handed to you in silver platter. Duh!

PS: Photo is courtesy of my dear hubby.