Well anyways, my saturday began like any other, wake up, ladida, go wangsa walk, brave saturday jam, brave local stupidity and etc,etc. Mom got off the wrong side off bed a.k.a sleep deprivation (can't call it getting of the wrong side when she didn't even sleep much ), lil bro being his usual adorable ANNOYINGLY OBNOXIOUS self and sister, well she didn't do much. So I was actually expecting a pretty bad day, but it wasn't so bad, except the part where my mom almost rolled over my right feet with a 2 tonne car. Wasn't actually worried about my feet, just my lovely purple Emerica's. LOL.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any better ( not being sarcastic, well maybe a lil ) Mom suggested that we go bangsar today. When she says bangsar, it means the only teenage guy in the family sitting in a boutique filled with girls who has too much money to spend, with the teenage guy looking so out of place. Some of the guys in there, by first glance, are boyfriends to subject A or B. Could see the look painted all over their faces "Why in the world am I here? Place is surrounded by pubs, and I'm here. Where did I go wrong?" LOL
But luckly, there's 1 thing i truly and sincerely love about boutique's is that, they have REALLY comfortable couches. I guess they do understand how the male species feel.
Made a few rounds at a few boutiques, headed for Bangsar Village in the end and saw this kick ass shop. Like usual, what caught my attention of the shop was what they had in front :)
"Junnga ma vista!!!"
"Damn Ronald!! You really let yourself go huh?"
With things like this on display, the shop definitely screams individuality.My kinda shop!!! Filled with unusual stuff, I enter. Gotta support individuality :) Shop was filled with urban art watches, tee's, shoes and etc. You name it and maybe they'll have it. Awesome shop!!
After my lovely stroll through the stuff in the shop, we left the building only to find myself having to bungkus nasi lemak at Chawan's. Headed home later with me feeling satisfied and my mom at the edge of annoyed and blowing her top.
After my lovely stroll through the stuff in the shop, we left the building only to find myself having to bungkus nasi lemak at Chawan's. Headed home later with me feeling satisfied and my mom at the edge of annoyed and blowing her top.
Well like usual, I must always have my says.
"Talk to the HAND!!!"
"Talk to the HAND!!!"
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