Back from a relaxed but action-packed holiday.
Just realized, I've flown to 3 countries in August alone, two for business and one for pleasure.
Oh the pleasure. It was amazing waking up late, having breakfast prepared for you, chauffeured by tuk tuk to shopping haven after shopping haven, culminating with a soft kneady aromatherapy massage... jesus, im drooling just thinking about it!
We were supposed to check in to On8 Bangkok, but there was such noisy construction going on that they offered us its newer sister hotel at no extra charge. Kingston Suites Bangkok is worth a mention - for RM200 for 3 nights without breakfast.
Went with two small bags, came back with two additional huge ones. And additional 20kg in baggage. It was just bliss to go "how much wholesale? i buy 3? cheaper ya?" then swipe 3 dresses in a shop. Repeat about every other 10 minutes.
Bought 10 bags from one shop in Chatuchak - that place is bitchin'. Once you enter from the gate, and wind up in the mini one car lane separating the market fringe from the centre market, look for Row number 8. Walk into it, and count to the second lane on your left. Turn left and walk down about 6-7 shops. The bag shop is on your left. THB 199 per bag for the whole friggin store.
There were 3 other customers there, but I have no idea what those other girls in the shop were doing, each of them were holding a bag up, slinging it over, trying it and looking it in the mirror from every angle from 0 to 360 degrees. While I just went *point point* "That one, you got new one? Okay, I want it in pink and lime green... Greeen... Not yellow...Green..."
Time and tide waits for no man, the more time spent deliberating painstakingly over the decision to purchase one measly bag could be easily spent quickly buying up 5 pairs of shoes in another shop.
Its RM20 la duh. Whereas the boyfriend's mother was in HK the same weekend buying a Chanel 2.55 large original. She took about the entire day to decide - now that is fully justified. Because all my buys in BKK combined couldn't even come up to a third of what her bag cost.
Damn, I just wanna quit my job and be a tai tai. The job's so freaking stressful I guess I've come to the point where I won't miss it.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
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