Knock Me!

Knock Myself

I want to drive a two-tonner coal hauling truck and knock myself over and over!

I know I have been saving some money aside since my second trimester just to splurge after the 40-day-after-labor delivery. Splurging is what I deserve after carrying the ever growing bulky tummy for nine months. Splurging is what I deserve after refraining myself from drinking coffee at the frequency I needed. Splurging is what I deserve after pushing three times to get the 3.6kg human being out from my 10cm dilated vagina (really? it was 10cm?!)

So I did splurge.

Splurge I did. Over splurge, more like it! Aghh.. *knocking head* The thing with shopping frenzy attack is, once you do it, you can never stop. The plastic card is not helping you either. You list out the items you bought and the prices of each. That wasn’t helpful for me. At last, announcing to the world wide web and making yourself look stupid is the last trump card. So here it is, my confession.

I got myself two hair treatments and a hair cut from a hairstylist I have been wanting since 5 or 6 years ago. Why two? Because I never though the Brazilian keratin treatment is finally here in Malaysia and My credit card was offering a 20pct discount on the day I went for the treatment. (okay enough justification. you are writing with the purpose to be ashamed of your own doing, not to justify).

I got three pairs of Thomas Chan shoes and another pair from Charles & Keith. And oh another pair from Reebok for my running activity (which is when? where?)

One pair legging from Isetan (its denim okay, and it makes my legs looks longer). And one pair of skirt. (in grey eh but I tot I already have grey skirt?). and one over the top cardigan that personalshopping.com says will look nice on people with my body shape. (note: this one has 20 pct discount)

two tops from MNG with the same design (okay, I figured out I was missing the whole 9 months fashion, was already too late for summer stocks and fall is too early for malaysian market, therefore simple spaghetti strap tops with blazer or jacket or cardigan is the safest bet to stay classic)

went to sunway pyramid and got myself another two pair of leggings (of course half the price of Isetan’s), one top in magenta, another top in turquoise (they will look a like in the eyes of my color-blind husband), one in grey and one top in avocado. oh yes another one simple spaghetti strap top that will add on to my line of that classic safe look. and to justify that these are requirement but I was still a smart savvy shopper, the bill of all these equal less than one top at Isetan.

oh yeah how could I forget the calf length black fancy skirt?

and the two bottles of shampoo and conditioner each (that is over RM100 per bottle)? (which has no sodium chloride that is harmful to the keratin treated hair)

and the spanx panty I order from the State? (gulping)

and 9 series of post natal massage.

Are these too much?

See? I didn’t get myself any perfume because I still have two bottles from my birthday present. No make up, since all my crème, and liquid, and stick foundations are still half way used. No eye color, no lippies. See? See? Am I a good girl or what?

Got myself justified. Figured out its my money anyway. Except for the fact that I might have to forget the brazilian wax, the digital perm, the ultimate perfect series of facial cleanser from Elken, the permanent hair removal for the legs and armpits, another Coach bag, a pair of red shiny pumps that are kind to feet and sexy to look at..

ooh the things a girl dreams do not mean the things a girl needs, right?

It harms me not to dream the other stuffs I want, as long as I don’t spend the next four available days roaming another mall!!

(ingatlah, semua ini harta dunia dan hanya sementara…eceh!!)