oh no, not again / the brand-whore strikes

i woke up this (or yesterday, actually) morning with the intention of staying home for the day to recuperate due to my wounds of battle from breakdancing. but no, my mom had other ideas. it was the second day of the zara sale and she wanted to go down for a look. i was conveniently dragged along.

after the tremendous amount of shopping (and stuff that i purchased, and money that i've spent), i was ready to call it quits on retail therapy. the best way to cut the habit is to avoid getting near it. by that i mean, don't fucking window shop!

i swear i was this close to living a clean and healthy life of saving hard-earned cash. i was smsing lyn, telling her how i would not be spending any today. how wrong i was.

sigh.

temptation got the better of me yet again. unfortunately, the word 'sale' stands out more than any other object on the street. to me at least. ok fine, nothing beats a hot chick in a va-va-voom get-up. now let's get on to what this minor addiction did to my wallet (and mood) today.

oh lookie: a wrapped item! all brand-new, with the brand-new smell, brand-new touch, brand-new taste...you get the idea.

it's a freaking uber-cool sweater from adidas, the one which i've been eyeing!

ooooooh, i love it, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT! adidas concept stores are having 40% sales on almost everything islandwide. so go grab ur adi-gear now!

the brand-whore strikes again. i couldn't resist this fcuk tee at 30% off. i'm becoming a shopping degenerate. help me.

alright. i'll have to put my foot down on this crap now. i've had enough of retail therapy (i've never been so happy) and retail therapy has had enough of me.

i shall stinge.
i shall save.
and i shall be healthy once more.