reblogged from In the Meantime, This is Our Title
I know, I know. We spoke (or messaged) about going to the Benefit Counter and trying out the Benefit Brow Bar together but one fine Friday afternoon, I have done the unthinkable, betrayed you and popped by the booth alone.
This is what happened. I got off the train at the Edsa Shangri-la station last Friday to meet Hubby at Megamall and I had this oh-why-not-pass-by-the- Rustan’s-cosmetics-counters-on-the-way-out thought. Like the usual zombie I turn into at 4:30 in the afternoon after the usual, mundane workplace beat, I treaded mechanically out of the MRT station until I found myself in front of the Benefit counter.
I gazed in rapture at the Benestuff and I resisted to break into song like The Little Mermaid Ariel – “Look at these stuff, isn’t it neat? Making me feel my collection’s incomplete. Making me feel like the girl, the girl who doesn’t have everything! Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one counter hold? Looking around here, I think, I definitely don’t have everything!”
Read the rest of the silly story in our new group blog -> For the BENEFIT of Friendship