" ... than the average frat boy.Barely" Tsk Tsk!

Oh and call it coincidental; that faithful day, as I was walking into base (via the gate,like duh) the NS boy (on sentry duty) who opened the gate for yours sincerely actually blatantly told the resident bitch - yes ME - to, in his word and I quote "Hey brother, smile more leh."

Uh Uh Uh. Now Now Sweetie, perhaps you don't know that I only smile at beautiful things. But since you and I have a cordial relationship, I shall keep the claws and spare the fireworks hur hur.

Whilst watch this show, I could not but help feel relief. The main character alleviated the pent-up guilt that I had with regards to my compulsive & irrational spending. Then again, this is merely a reel compared vis-a-vis my real. Whatever.

I especially like the part whereby Rebecca Bloomwood (played by Isla Fisher) attended the self-help shopaholic group to curb her desire to shop/spend. The self- deluding chants & panaceas' adopted by the shopaholics were ha ha ha hilarious.

Since I reckon the WHOLE world would have like watched the show unlike me, Darlingg Cheryl & the whale, I shall skip the review part. To summarize, like every other chick-flicks, this one gets 3 Cheryls out of 5. (No need to be concern with which Cheryl, since both are on par :)

Oh and on the topic of compulsive spending, I just purchased a $just-kill-me parfum hamper!
Come fucking on. Time to wake up my idea.

More on that soon, but for now, (like what those in those in the self-help shopaholic group would chant) those equally guilty honey bunnies, say with me,
"My wallet is close. I don't want to shop! My wallet is close. I don't want to shop! My wallet is close. I don't want to ship! My wallet is close. I don't want to shop!" ... and a thousand more time please.

The Paul Smith wallet with a price tag of $309 just waved to me. Help.