The abundance of boutiques popping up in Bangsar hasn’t ceased to amaze me.
How many more boutiques does Bangsar need?
How many pieces of clothing can a girl obtain?
How much temptation can one take?!
The answer is obviously – a lot.
One sunny December afternoon in the middle of the week, KinkyPugKevin and i went pottering about after lunching there.
Checked out Ethan’s new boutique there. Very lap sap. I loikey. SHOW PINK, Bangsar.
Sharing the same lot is Ming’s salon, BOMBSHELL.
So if you’re in Telawi area and wanna get a new style or cut, give it a shot.
SHOW PINK + BOMBSHELL
9-2 Jalan Telawi 2
Bangsar Baru 59 100 Kuala Lumpur
Tel: 03 2282 2280
That *must* be the fur coat TrashyTrish asked whether was still there, and me being me (read: blur) didn’t remember.
Below is an example of the Life of the Unemployed.
Below is the Life of the Employed-But-Soon-To-Be-Unemployed.
A meeting at my head office was canceled for the afternoon, see.
So instead of being in the office, i ended up sitting on a red rocking horse… Moose. I just realised it’s a rocking moose. Huh.
I meant to say ‘rocking horse’ la, not chair, was blubbering.
Their changing room.
The graffiti in the changing room –
On the counter.
The counter itself.
Isn’t it ‘Wash, Rinse, and Repeat’… Sorry la tired. Lazy to reedit.
There are clothes for lap sap males and females, so it’s not the case of whether the clothes suit you.
It’s whether you suit the clothes.
I bought this kick ass blue+black jacket for 50 bucks before heading for sevendays, which is upstairs, next to Starbucks.
Bumped into Kiran hanging out at Starbucks.
“Where’re you going?”
“Gonna check out this boutique just upstairs here!”
“Ohhhh… no wonder so many chicks walking up all the time!”
“… That’s why you’re sitting here right -_-“
“Yeah man! This is the best place to look at chicks!” he jested (i think. not.)
sevendays
20-2 Jalan Telawi 3
Bangsar Baru 59 100 Kuala Lumpur
Tel: 03 2287 9287
That’s owner Roxy’s getup right there.
From visiting those two boutiques, i obtained that jacket, a mirrored white belt, a pair of shorts, earrings, and other things i can’t recall right now.
Me: “What the hell… i just became 300-something bucks poorer!”
Kev: “Don’t blame me!”
Mmm joke aside, my body really aches today. Can’t turn the wheel of the steering wheel properly so i’ve been driving slow(er).
I’m not the only one in pain, QueenKanch got knocked down by a car of people (we think they were drunk) the other day, so we’ve both been hobbling around like creaky old women.
Just when i thought i could top RowdyRudy in terms of disastrous drama, he told me his car got crashed into by a taxi last night.
0_o
“Tyre puncture, phone spoilt, summons, kena knocked down by fucking snatch theif… Kanch got banged down…” i listed misfortunes to him.
“Yeah man! What’s up with all this?!”
“You know what this means? It merely means that we’re getting all the bad stuff over with this week so the rest of the year will be fantastic!”
“You’re such a clever girl.”
Our delusional optimism is the root of our gratifying lives.
No, i’m serious.
No, i’m not drunk now.
Look, i’m not even out on a Saturday night because i’m healing, okay?
Someone tried to rob me last night. They failed and everyone was concerned over my badly swollen hand and bloody knee, but the first thing i could do was clutch my bag and go, “At least i still have my Anya!”
What are the chances of getting a summons, getting your phoneline barred (okay, i procrastinated and didn’t pay my bill for four months), having your second phone spoil all of a sudden the next morning (i can’t call out, and i have to talk on speakerphone when someone calls -_-) and wait, i’m not done yet, as i approach my car to drive out to rectify all my rubbish, stare in disbelief at a decidedly about-to-die tyre because a nail got into it last night.
All within 10 hours.
-_-
I love being me because something interesting always happens every day.
I kept on telling everyone that the week before Christmas.
Because we didn’t have much work to do, DatinTini and i ran out of the office and IceCalvin joined us cos he wasn’t doing any shoots that day.
So there we were hang-kai-ing (i just learnt the word hang kai ha ha!) around Pavilion and in order to kill time to avoid the jam, i dragged them to go try the Kenko Reflexology Fish Spa, just next to GSC.
I met the owner on the night of the La Bodega launch and promised i’d try it some day.
Basically you get to put your legs into water whereby these tiny fish eat your dead skin thus exfoliating them.
Weird right? I’m all for trying something new!
As you walk into the spa centre, a huge tank faces you and you get to see how it looks like…
Before you put your legs in, they make you wash your feet first.
Then you slip on these generic turquoise slippers everyone wears, keeping your shoes on one of the shelves provided. No locks.
Me: “What if… someone steals my shoes..!?” *thinks of 300+ shoes*
Calvin: “Urm… hide them la.”
I must say… the room where everyone removes and keeps their shoes… stinks of feet a bit.
Not downright unbearable, but a lingering stench nonetheless.
They really should put stronger air freshener or something.
Then we went to dunk our legs into the tank!
It was super ticklish at first and us three couldn’t stop laughing and squealing.
RM39 nett for 30 minutes. I think.
We paid 39 bucks… but we sat there for 45 minutes cos nooone shoo-ed us, so i’m not sure of the time limit :p
Went to The C Club again to have some snacks and beer after that.
I wanted to try the Belon but they were sold out that day.
The bathroom is bloody nice man. But it’s off limits to claustrophobes, i swear.
Everything’s black and mirrored inside, i stopped dead in my tracks and walked slowly to feel my way around.
Imagine if you’re high and get pushed in there. Confirm cannot find your way out.
Then i went to visit the chairs i like so much.
I realised the extent of my admiration for the chair when AshleyTheMonkey started staring at me strangely. Cos i was stroking it gently.
I didn’t really care tho and started hugging it too.
*thinks of 300+ shoes*
