So I'm at Changi

There are things that a girl shouldn't be left with...

Five hours of roaming time.

Cosmetics

Perfumes

And a credit card.

I got off the plane from Brisbane this morning at six o'clock. After finding out my connecting flight details, I decided to be a little girl and explore "The Best Airport in the World". It took me forty five minutes to walk from terminal one to terminal two. I was tempted to get out of the airport cos apparently, if your waiting hour is more than five hours, you can get out.

Within minutes of getting into the duty free shop, I took out my credit card from my wallet and started charging away.

I bought lipstick, mascara, foundation and not one but two perfumes.

I drooled on a pda-cum-mobile-phone at the electronic shop. I was this close to buy it but then I'd be maxed out and I have a feeling my mum wouldn't be very happy.

I don't feel guilty though. I deserve this. It's been an awful year for me (love wise, that is) and I decided to get some of my life back and be the impulsive shopper that I am. Now, I sit at the transit lounge blogging about my spree while waiting for my boarding time.

Yep, life is starting to be good again for me.