Retail Therapy

Well...no longer can anyone say, 'huh, you haven't been to Vivocity?' (Though I don't really know whether that means 'Everyone has been there, I can't believe you haven't!' or 'You're such a shopaholic, how is it possible you haven't visited the latest biggest mall.')...

Visited the place with Linda today... I must say, Singaporeans must really love to shop for anyone to build such a huge mall... that place is like shopping under one roof! There's practically every single store I can think of, or at the least, 99% of the stores I usually patronize. And I don't think we even covered everything... in fact, I think it's a tad too big, felt pretty lost walking round and round... and TIRED. But it was fun anyway, shopping around with a fellow shopaholic and trying on clothes, chatting, taking pictures like tourists... speaking of which, we both find Crocs completely awful (really don't understand how anyone with a reasonable sense of fashion can walk around in those plastic looking things)... and I was just really amused that Linda was so disgusted by the huge Crocs outlet at Vivocity that she had to take a photo of it, haha.

Sigh, I'm feeling terribly poor after spending money today... oh well, at least I'm a happy owner of a new pair of cool black heels to replace my favourite pair that suddenly started dropping off my feet :(... admittedly, a complete impulse buy, but I was seriously in need of some good old retail therapy today... which I got, thanks Linda for the great company, was really in the crappiest of moods the whole time before meeting ya. We'll hit Orchard one day and have carbonara at Spageddies yea? =)

I just realized that tonight marks my last in my PGP room... which looks nothing like the pictures now because I can't be bothered with it anymore, and have been throwing things on the floor, haha. And just maybe, my last night in PGP, if I can bear the thought of travelling to school everyday. I'm totally looking forward to living at home again, but there's always this tinge of reluctance each time I move out. After all, this is my room, every postcard stuck on the wall, every poster, the little Eeyore staring at me, my pretty pink bed sheets, the little notes I stick up on the notice board over throughout the semesters... bye bye room.

Mindless ranting ahead- I never knew what was happening, I don't know what is going to happen and I don't know what the hell is happening now. BUT my guards are up. Refuse to go down the same path again.

Sigh, I don't feel like going to work tomorrow... but it might very well be my last day...

My poor feet and tired mind needs rest before work.