Sabo-ed.

This is my latest indulgence:


It's been more than a month since I walked into the Thomas Sabo store at Raffles City and went mad salivating at the trays of charms before me. I picked the plane and the cat after much thought; D set me straight about the fact that I should choose the charms that represent something I really care about, and that helped with zooming in on specific ones.

I've promised myself that I will get a new charm every month, just so I can look forward to something, since the figure on my payslip isn't worth hooting about. It's about time for my next one. Guess what it's gonna be?