wanted: therapy from retail therapy.

sneak previews of the goodies for the babies:

for the boy:


for zeezee:


for my bestie:


one realizes how much one has aged when gallivonting around the bugis area provokes an unrivalled cocktail of grumpiness and weariness. and frankly, if i have to hear one more rendition of a sugary, identity-less, girl band hit, i will asphyxiate and die. i swear that i'm swearing off shopping. at least for the mo.

sue me for typing in fragments you grammar nazis. i'm a defunct one myself.