There are only two kinds of shopping in my life.
Very frequent kind of shopping. I like the smell of new books (yes, I do sniff them sometimes) and the feel of the dry-blown plastic on the covers. An…oh yeah. the feel of the book inside the paperbag. :DDDD Also the I-cant-wait-to-unwrap-and-start-reading-this-thing-feeling. ;)))
Rarely happens. My Mom never allows me to buy my own clothes because occasionally, my aunt would give me her clothes. I’m not complaining though. Her clothes are branded and really cute. But there’s a difference when you know you’re the one who bought and choose your own clothing. :3 -.-