CherubicCho and i were rushing out of Gardens to head for our separate plans. He was going to play poker, and i, to No Black Tie to watch Reza Salleh, Shelley Leong, Az Samad, Pete Teo, and many others perform. (It was super packed. I already booked a table for Thursday night.)
"Hey, wait, walk this way, i want to walk through the bag section!" i tugged him to walk another route through Isetan.
So we pottered past some bags - DKNY, Marc Jacobs, Anya Hindmarch - "Ooh look! They're all on sale!" said Cho.
"Oh my god. Die."
They were like land mines, those sale signs. 30%. 50%.
"You should buy! So worth it! Tomorrow it will be gone!" exclaimed Cho.
The fellow damn evil. Worse then Kanch, i swear.
I fondled the bags So pretty... so pretty... oh no... OH NO
Then my brain did that memory loss thing, where next thing i know, i found myself filling up a form over the purchase of a giant Anya Hindmarch one.
My thoughts have been going back and forth between, "Weeee!!!" and "Fuck, what did i just do."
Going back there today to pick it up cos i'm paying with cash and not card. Definitely not card 0_o