Atrocious!

I just blew almost RM100 in less than an hour. That was so unlike me that when I was looking in the mirror to check out how I look with my new bag, I thought, “Who the heck are you and what have you done with the kiam siap teh ais limei but omg that is one hawt bag you have there.”

All courtesy of the birthday ang pau from me sis. I am now fabulously broke.

And the most unlikely of all was that I bought two bags. Yes, that’s the number right after one. Normally the number two would not exist in the same breath as “Li Mei bought…”, unless it’s RM2 or something of the equivalent kiam-siap-ness.

One of them is a backpack for going university. It’s got some funky designs but somehow it looks damn huge after I bring it home o.O Oh well. For RM27, I can close one eye on the little (er, in no ways literal) details. But I’ve got to admit, the design on the bag is pretty cool. Thanks, Jacq for helping me choose.

Yet that’s not my major buy. The remaining RM60++ is spent on a leather bag on 70% sale. One of those awesome ones that switches from a sling bag to a handbag with just a transformation on the strap. Genius sial. Have been eyeing those for ages. I usually treat any bag above RM50 a threat to the part of me so attached to flea markets and bargain bins. Yet for a price tag which shrunk from RM200 to RM60, I can overlook some principles that have long stood strong (and even longer beside bargain bins as I dig and dig).

Of course, I felt the guilt. Do the side effects of retail therapy affect only me? My inner gallows was waving the noose of self-indulgence. I mean, why do I feel so bad buying things I genuinely like, and wanted?

Well, I AM an adult now. While more responsibilities ensued it also counts to take certain things less seriously. To take myself less seriously. Of course, blowing RM100 in one go, for myself, may never become a habit for me – I just don’t have the kind of bank account. But I am proud that today, I decide to give myself a nice treat.

Thanks Sis! Thanks also to Sayang for his patience and contributions to Teh Ais’s retail therapy fund. Of course, thanks also to Jacq for making up my mind when I’m too busy fretting about whether the forty-year-old me would still like that bag or not.

Phew, I’m knackered. It’s one of my favourite expression to describe how drained I feel. Knackered – even the vowels and consonants seems to slump forward. My heart is still beating furiously from the retail marathon (yes yes, it’s only two bags but then again my stamina is famous for being non-existent), but the rest of my body just wanna close shop. Ta.