Eighty six thousand and four hundred - exactly
How does one survive on 3 hours of sleep? It nearly brained me to wake up at 5.30am after sleeping at 2am this morning. Although there was a weird adrenaline rush at seeing the city at 6am - complete with mists dangling tantalizingly in the air, the sound of silence and the palpable smell of the morning - by 8am I was a walking zombie.
Am not as superwomanly as one would think I am. ): Note to self: I will not overburn. I will not overburn. I will not overburn.
On other note, I have happily bombed a few hundred bucks on shoes and bags. I know it's like, a sin, to like mainstream brands (for one must, must, only indulge in heaven forbidden, either never-heard-before or insanely-expensive brands) I fell in love with Charles&Keith yesterday. There I was, sitting on the leather seats, with tonnes - and I mean tonnes - of shoes surrounding me, absolutely beseeching me to pick them up and put them on the cashier. Literally had to force myself to purchase only one pair and walk painfully away from the rest of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine pairs. Right after I made my purchase, what should jump into my field of view but a gorgeous tote? In about another 3 minutes time, I emerged dangling multiple Charles&Keith bags, looking alarmingly like those 24/7-shopping-taitais one sees on TV. Even I was astonished my myself - and that says quite a lot.
Have made a pact with self: 1 pair of heels per month. Tops. Absolutely nothing more than that (though I might make an allowance this month cause I just saw the most gorgeous pair of white heels from Mondo. Argh, woman of little self discipline.)
Am not as superwomanly as one would think I am. ): Note to self: I will not overburn. I will not overburn. I will not overburn.
On other note, I have happily bombed a few hundred bucks on shoes and bags. I know it's like, a sin, to like mainstream brands (for one must, must, only indulge in heaven forbidden, either never-heard-before or insanely-expensive brands) I fell in love with Charles&Keith yesterday. There I was, sitting on the leather seats, with tonnes - and I mean tonnes - of shoes surrounding me, absolutely beseeching me to pick them up and put them on the cashier. Literally had to force myself to purchase only one pair and walk painfully away from the rest of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine pairs. Right after I made my purchase, what should jump into my field of view but a gorgeous tote? In about another 3 minutes time, I emerged dangling multiple Charles&Keith bags, looking alarmingly like those 24/7-shopping-taitais one sees on TV. Even I was astonished my myself - and that says quite a lot.
Have made a pact with self: 1 pair of heels per month. Tops. Absolutely nothing more than that (though I might make an allowance this month cause I just saw the most gorgeous pair of white heels from Mondo. Argh, woman of little self discipline.)