Perky @ 50...

It's official! I am now irrevocably weighing at 50 kg and there is nothing I can do about it. Not even yoga will save me. To think that all I have loved could've done this to me. How could they? Potatoes! I have loved you every single moment. I would have you at any possible opportunity. How could you? Rice!! I was so dependent on you that I had to have you at least once a day. Why did you do this to me? Worst of all, vegetables!! I know I only loved a selective group of you. Rest assured, you did NOTHING for me!!! It's bad enough that the carbohidrates were ungrateful, the lack of good you have done for me is unspeakable! *sob*

By the way, if anyone cares... Skin Food(since 1957)'s Milk Firming Neck & Bust Cream is surprisingly effective. Although it does say milk firming and my neck and bust does not have any milk for it to firm, but it has definitely perked me up. For those who feel they need a little "pick me up" buy it! It only costs like RM36. A small investment with a significant perk!

Finally, I sent my doggie for that much put-off hair cut. She was a bit traumatized by the whole ordeal but is back to her normal happy and prancing demeanour today. Don't worry. She still looks cute, but I hope her hair grows out by Chinese New Year cos this cut makes her look a little old.

KL: SIN CITY!!!

I was in KL for New Year's Eve and I succumbed to one of women's worst vices... shopping. I spent an obscene, absolutely profane amount of money on clothes, which were justified by weak excuse that Chinese New Year was approaching, I needed 15 days worth of outfits. Hehe! So... seriously... if anyone sees me trying to buy a piece of clothing, other than 1 beautiful dress (which I failed to spot in KL) and reasonable amounts of underwear, clob me with the most convenient weapon you can find. I think I have clothes to last me the rest of the year... until the next Great Singapore Sale or year-end Mega Sale or Christmas Sale. OK??!!!

I was so mortified that I couldn't even bear taking pictures of my loot in case I hyperventilated and collapsed from the overwhelming realization that I had blown half of my salary (which includes my annual bonus for this year) on clothes... and I didn't buy CK or Dior or Chanel. Closest I got to branded was Zara and the Zara top costs less than most of the other tops I bought. This pretty much proves that I'm a shopaholic. I had a budget in mind and I totally exceeded it.

I saw this documentary about shopaholics the other day. It turned out that being a shopaholic was almost like being an alcoholic or being obsessive-compulsive. They are all compulsive behaviour that are mostly caused by stress. Therefore, it turns out that you can be cured of being a shopaholic with a prescription of mild anti-depressants or anything from the Prozac family. Hehe! I think I need some. This independent income thing is becoming a major power trip and I need to pull the reins in now! Or I'll end up penniless and homeless, selling my loot by the pavement along the Melaka river.

When I manage to muster some courage, I'll publish some pictures of my obscene shopping. *cackles*