Deprivation kills

Hey people!

Deprivation can do things to people. It can cause someone to go into depression, it can cause someone to go crazy but for me it's a bit of a different story.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am being deprived.
Deprived of what you may wonder, I am being deprived of dresses.

*Okay before I go on, this will be a bit of a bimbotic post, so if you can't cope with my moment of blondness, I suggest you stop reading.

Anyways, yes people, I have been deprived of dresses.
It has been a few months since my last purchase of a dress.
Besides my close encounter in owning a really nice one from Singapore, (lets not get into sad details,)I have not bought one since around 3 months ago.

See how deprived I am?
Plus the fact that it is the mega sales for goodness sake and I have not bought a thing.
Sometimes once in a while, I will start having this feeling, what do you call it?
Like when a drug addict is trying to stop cold turkey and once in a while he or she will suddenly want drugs so badly and that feeling will last for only 5 or so minutes?

Ah yes, withdrawal.
I know my situation is obviously not as serious compare to being addicted to H, but still!
Withdrawal is still withdrawal.

After all that has happen, with all the effort being put into installation and all, I believe I so deserve this.

I believe I so deserve to go out there, march into Topshop and buy that dress.
I deserve it.
I have not been rewarding myself materialistically in a while.

So I so deserve this.



Dresses.

That is what I want, that is what I need.
I hope I can buy one this Friday.

Till then,
I shall continue being deprived.

PS. For the sake of installation, I lend my beloved David Garett to be used as our opening act song.
I left David in the hall and thank God Sean took it back home.
He gave it back to me, I put it in my bag, and I totally forgot to watch how I handle my school bag.
Needless to say, this morning I took David out and found the CD cover cracked.=(
Whoever knows where they sell empty CD covers, if they do sell, please be a dear and tell me where to get it.
My poor David cannot possibly live in a crack CD cover.