-shoes addict-

on the very sunday yesterday...
the evil friend of mine somehow said the taboo word in the room

"Jom outing...Jom" >>said the evil one

"Jom" >> answered the partner in crime

"JOM!" >> said the angelic me in despair with no power to resist the evil powers

just that very simple word JOM had somehow teleported me and the other three half sane comrades to a shopping mall

that is of course after battling with all of the last moment dramas (eg: the rented car broke down even before it moved,desperate calls and messages to other car owners)

*note:thank you to the friend who kindly sacrificed his sleep just to help us out*

then...at the mall where all the magic happened

i treated myself into a very nice retail therapy that somehow depress my account so bad

by magic, clothes appeared in bags IN MY HANDS!

miracle! *grin*

but darn~~~

i did not buy new babies for my collection

i have this serious addiction towards shoes

SERIOUS addiction

and that evil friend of mine keep on showing off her newly bought shoes to me

oh well...i guess i have to wait right

patience is a point of virtue

i'll hunt for shoes some other day

for the time being, i need to allow my bank account to recover from the shock of yesterday's therapy