Someone please wake me when the word SALE has become illegal and no stores/supermarkets/hypermarkets/wet markets can use the word SALE. Meantime, I am going to crawl into a hole, hide and bury my guilts.
Two days ago, I bought a running shoes. Next day, we bought another two pairs for the toddler and #2. Toddler’s pair alone cost RM99, a FILA Bambini. Man…we have never bought anything branded. Usually from the bin with 50% + 40% discount. And though toddler is 2.5 years old, he only wear slippers so far!
Next to FILA is British India. I normally wear British India because errmm…my shape is unique. One farking pants costing RM474 and a few women were fighting over it. 70% and it is still around RM150, no? Chi sin (madness)…. But errrm…I also bought. Not RM474 pants la. My butt is not made of gold, wokay?
Then, the t-shirts. How to resist the temptations? All so shweet, so nice, so comfy, so many excuses. So buy somemore 3 t-shirts.
My atm also got buy la. He bought 3 shirts and one pants. And underwears. I told him I am going to buy him Spongebob Squarepants underwears. You know why? Because research says that when a man strays, the first sign is they will buy clothes and underwears. With a Spongebob’s underwear, all girls also will run away la. LOL!
And the most recent investment. RM999 WMF pressure cooker. Boy, with that amount, I better go cook up a storm. From dodol to gulab jamun (or whatever Hindus eat on Deepavali) to turkey for Christmas and nin gou for Chinese New Year to bak chang…..
SALE. Love them and yet hate them.