Friday, 30 November 2012
One of my wishes in life is to go to Paris for my honeymoon. I know, I know, it sounds so cliché but what can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.
♥ I want to shop and go sightseeing in the beautiful city of love. I want to fall in love all over again.
♥ Skip on the streets, ride a bike, eat macaroons and cheesecake like that girl in the Miss Dior Cherie commercial.
♥ Kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower (I’m a weirdo I know).
♥ Drink coffee outside a café.
♥ Visit the Eiffel Tower. Well duh I’m going to see the Eiffel Tower. What moron goes to Paris for the first time and doesn't go to see the Eiffel Tower. It won’t be me.
♥ Cruise on the Seine River on Bataeu Mouche like Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant in the movie Charade.
♥ Watch the Opera at Opera Garnier.
♥ Drink hot chocolate at Angelinas (I’ve heard they serve the best hot chocolate in the world, tastes just like melted chocolate. YUMS).
♥ Have High Tea the Ritz (très chic).
Have you ever regretted buying things… over and over again? Well, I have. Over these past few years I started working part-time and earned quite a big sum of money. Unfortunately my bank account will never vouch for it because it’s empty. Why? You say. Well, it’s because I’m a shopaholic. I hate to admit it. But I am. I buy things just for the thrill. Once, I get going I never stop. Silly me. I need serious help. I usually get an urge to spend my money. I think “Oh, I’ve got lots of money in my account, I deserve to spend it.” When I’m on my way home it hits me, I realize I’ve spent too much money. I have this whole conversation in my head about how I need to control myself in the future. Sadly, it never works and I repeat the same conversation with myself. Shopping is like a drug to me, I can’t function without spending money.
I feel like Rebecca Bloomwood from the Shopaholic series written by Sophie Kinsella, who struggles with paying off credit card bills. I should freeze my credit card in a huge ice cube like she did but I’m afraid it might damage the chip. Oh, what will I do with myself? I feel sorry for my future husband, he will need to work day and night to pay off my spending habits. But that’s alright, I’m sure he’ll do whatever it takes to keep me happy. ;)