May 11, 2011
May 10, 2011
Ms Anya
last Friday, my friend and i decided to go into Anya Hindmarch ( Note 1 ) boutique just for lark.
this was after a sumptuous meal at Aseana, so we decided to find a peaceful (read: 'payment for the ambience is required') and yet affordable (in KLCC?) coffee place. but first, we thought of heading off to Arzu after i gave my friend, Madam Meow back her 'Elite' card, which i had unabashedly kept for a long period of time without even using it. buat pekasam.
however, we didn't go there in the end.
we got side-tracked. :)
we were standing in front of San Francisco Coffee Company (SFCC) but it was still full. being Friday as it was. undecided on where to go next, my friend was captivated by the red blood coloured bags at Lancel, but we did not go in, somehow. perhaps, she still had Dior in her mind.
the neighbouring shop however, had something else to offer. it was the launch of its Spring-Summer 2011 that day and there was a table outside with a guest book and an array of enticing goodie bags with Anya Hindmarch logo and monochrome colours.
and Madam Meow said : "jom?", already forgetting about our coffee mission.
so i asked the girl who was manning the table, "is this by invitation only?" she said it's not, while at the same time, eyeing my bag. at that point, i hadn't realised that i was carrying my Anya Hindmarch bag.
( Note 2 )
( Note 2 )
that was a conversation opener, apparently, because she asked us to put our names in the guest book and enquired whether i was on their mailing list.
"i am not... since i didn't buy this bag here." (yes, i like to volunteer more information than i should... it's a bad habit of trying to put people at ease)
"so where did you buy it?"
"Net-a-porter."
"oh.... but when you buy online, you can't really see and hold the bag."
"but i did. i came here first." i grinned.
that salesgirl must have rolled her eyes inwardly.
then we went in and somehow the sales manager encumbered us with her special attention. *aiyah*
she even asked us whether we would like anything to drink, such as tea, coffee, or wine. (yes, the sensitive sales manager asked two hijab-ed ladies whether they would want any wine. superb.) so Madam Meow benignly asked me to concur with her : "coffee?", in which i happily obliged.
we were obviously gushing over the new collection with my favourite being Gracie in Old Pink and Maxi Zip Satchel (the season's featured bag) in Navy. *sigh* if only my upcoming bonus (if any) allows me to purchase both.
berangan je lah... since i have other more pressing commitments.
my friend almost bought a bag from the previous season at 40% off, but after dawdling (which was good when you are about to part with thousands of Ringgit), she said to the manager that she would think about it.
this was even after the manager informed us that the bag was the only one left (yeah right) and you would not get it at another branch (yeah right, again).
i am proud of you, Madam Meow. :)
it was a little after 2.30pm then. lunchtime was up and thus, the end of our fabulous Friday sortie.
oh, below are the contents of the goodie bag. basically, it contained just one usable item, which was a notepad (with no lines, yay! perfect for my inane and random scribbles) with the cover of the previous Spring Summer's collection. the rest were just an invitation postcard, a (missing) voucher and a catalogue of the SS11 collection. and of course, the nice paper bag. (look at the picture below)
*garwsh* i am such a freebies junkie! :)
oh, i almost forgot. and the FREE after lunch coffee.
TGIF, indeed.
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| this photo looked better in my FB! |
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| Gracie in Old Pink |
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| Maxi Zip Satchel in Navy |
Note 1 : L&G, it is pronounced An-nya Hain-march. :)
Note 2 : the one and only Anya bag which i own. bought in 2008. still love it to bits. :)
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| the perfect Perry Patchwork - but mine has scuffs already |
May 9, 2011
Tongue Tied
I look at you and I feel tongue tied
You look at me and you seem uptight
You made me wonder whether I see it right
That you like me, then give me slight
I don’t feel that you are too bright
In making friends, you are a fright
Not that open, you keep all inside
When tense and upset, you callously bite
I look at you and you seem to care
But I don’t know, don’t want to bear
This feeling of not good enough to share
Over and over again, my heart you tear
I look at you and I feel tongue tied
I wish I know how to say it right
But no matter how I wish it so might
I care too much in the end, I let it slide.
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