Rant & Review

Yes. This is something I have a serious peeve with. It seems that everyone is constantly on my case about my shopping habits. While I will admit they are mildly (perhaps an understatement) overboard, I honestly feel it isn't warranted. The question always posed to me is, "Do you really NEED more make-up/shoes/books/bags/sunglasses/[insert other random objects that I tend to purchase here]?"

Now, in all honestly, there is no "need" whatsoever in the lives of anyone around me. Nobody earns money to live at the bare minimum. If they did, they'd all be living in some hole in some random corner of the country living off staple food. Once you have scrapped all the non-necessities, a.k.a., luxuries, then you may preach.



If we look at Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, our first need is physiological. Nowhere does it say that we need to breathe the cleanest air possible, eat the richest foods available, drink the purest water, have the best sex, sleep on the most luxurious mattress, etc. But everyone does these things. Nobody who can afford it, no matter how miserly, would live below their means.

So, yes, I do love shopping, and I do go overboard with it. But where is the harm. As an addictive activity, it still remains far safer than substance abuse and gambling; and as a therapeutic one, it is cheaper and less long-winded than therapy. I am materialistic and enjoy being surrounded by nice things. Deal with it.

Anyway, updates of a less whiny nature will be coming up soon. I fell of the Skincare wagon this week because school started, but it shall most likely resume in the near future.

In other colourful news, I have taken to traumatizing my nails with colour:

My right hand:



My left hand:



My toes:



Everyone is disgusted with my nails. How unadventurous of them. Losers. Muaahaha. Anyway, I don't care. I love the yellow.

In other news, my faulty decision-making has once again reared its ugly head. Recently, I went to Body Shop and made one of the worst mistakes I have ever made. I went against my nose's decision.

I bought this stuff:



While it all looks deceptively lovely and decadent, in its midst hides the most heinous of products. You wouldn't guess by looking it at. Let us examine the suspects:

1) Moringa Body Scrub
2) Pomegrenade Body Butter
3) Moringa Shower Gel
4) Lip Balm

Now, I initially went to Body Shop for 2 reasons. First, in search of the flat-top kabuki brush (which my pocket is grateful wasn't available), and the Moringa Body Butter. This should give you a clue as to what the hell is wrong with the purchase I made. And finally, the lip balm, which is RM 26, RM 23 of which goes to an AIDS charity. It's a nice smelling, and pretty good product. So I would suggest you go get one in an attempt at karma-spending.

So let's put things into perspective. The smell of the Moringa body butter is absolutely heavenly. It is quite possibly one of the nicest things I have ever smelled, and I fully intend to purchase it to make up for the present situation I am in. Why, then, do I not have it but a bunch of other stuff, you may ask. Well, they were having an offer. RM 85 for a set of shower gel, scrub and body butter. Which is a pretty decent deal. But for some reason, they only had 3 types of body butter available, and the moringa shower gel and scrub were heavenly smelling, so I was lulled into picking the least vile of the three body butters available. It was a terrible mistake. If I could go back in time, I would throw the tub of body butter at past-me's head.

It is the most horrible smelling product I own at present. Body Shop should be closed down for trying to kill our olfactory nerves. Let me put it this way, after returning from wherever it was I went, I took the body butter out of its packaging, telling myself that it couldn't possibly be as bad as I recalled from the store. I was wrong. Opening the tub was the worst mistake I made before today. So, what did I do? I hid it in my bottom drawer, where I stash all the back-ups and unopened items. This was on Friday.

For some reason, unbeknown to myself at present, I seem not to have any faith in past-me's decision-making abilities, and am doomed to repeat her mistakes. So, after taking a shower today, I figured that I might try the body butter out. I assumed, of course, that upon putting it on, it would absorb into my skin and the smell would diffuse somewhat.

I hate myself sometimes.

I have been sitting here for half an hour with a progressively worsening headache from the smell. It's hard to describe. But it has this medicated, processed, fake-pomegrenade smell to it. It is completely horrible. Not only that. It's also sticky and heavy on the skin. I have never hated a product the way I hate this one. It has no good qualities, other than the packaging. It might have turned me off pomegrenades too. What an evil invention. Good god.