what’s playing::He Said She Said – Ashley Tisdale::
moodflash:: 
awake::
I daresay my body clock is mad. I am sleepy at 11am, but wide awake at 11pm. Nocturnal. It’s bad, for pimples are a-sprouting. And if I continue, no amount of concealer in the world will save me.
It’s always a sucker when you discover a pair of shoes just screaming “Try Me! Buy Me!”, and when you finally decide to, it doesn’t come in your size, and it’s the last pair. And the kicker is – the gorgeous shoe was on 50% discount. Oh, the horror!
For this instance, make that two shoes, both of which were last pairs, and both of which did not come in my size. I abhor my hideously huge feet!
I should think one’s relationship with shoes are akin to having a love affair. You walk into a room and you gaze sweeps across the displays keening for your attention. Most of the time, no spark. And you walk out, disappointed, hunt over. And when you pass by another shoe shop, the hunt starts again. But every once in a while, your eyes will rest upon THE shoe, and you know you must have it. Like an addiction. So shoe shopping is usually a fast attack – you know instantly when you have a kill. Oh, the exaggeration.
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P.S. The coach bag costs S$995. I could have died upon hearing the price. I can be so pretentious.
[buy buy buy buy sell sell sell sell]
