Friday to Sunday

Friday, is the best day from a whole weekdays. And as for me, Friday is the best day for .......... shopping !

It's been awhile for me to dressed up like people in Republic of Banana, and I saw a lot of colleague dressed to impressed on that brand. It is always a fashion awkward whenever your colleague swing by around you and you see your suits seeing double with them. Oh good grief, trust me I know how does it fells. After almost two months doing my research about "what is the best for me as a new employee to dress to impress without insulting anyone around me." So I decided to go to Starhill Gallery to do some shopping. I dragged Pascal as well to the place because I need another people perspective beside the sales man. We went to the Kenzo, and I bought this one of the kind shoes. A very down to earth design as I can say, and very comfortable on my foot. And as long as I know, no one wear Kenzo yet.

His name is HERO!

Then, we go to to the classic Massimo Dutti. I like the collection, but I hope that I can see more new design instead of new colors or patterns on the next SS 13 Chapter II collection. I bought two cashmere cardigans for me and Pascal, never looked at the price, just swap your card because cashmere is exclusive. And also one cardigan with unusual zip and simple pockets. Two tailored shirts, and one personal tailoring shirt for next month benefits gala in Singapore. Three trousers. One gray structured blazer.

 

OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!

The shoes, I couldn't swap my card anymore. I splash lots of cash in these past few weeks for some furniture that I bought in IKEA, and I can not use my credit card until its limit in case I need to use it for some emergency. Yuck, I have to say goodbye to the "DRESSY SUEDE MOCCASIN", GOOD BYE !!!!!!!

Speaking of shopping, you have to know that me and Pascal have this kind of different thing about our style but we support each other. Okay for the short words, I don't like myself suits up like Pascal style but I like to death if Pascal suits up like his style, and so does Pascal, he don't like suits up like my style but I always turn him on if I suits up like my style. Hahahaha, I noticed it when I asked him about the shoes and all he was saying is "it looks perfect on your foot but I don't like in on my foot".

So after spent three hours around the stores and I felt sick because I can't buy any shoes anymore at that moment, Pascal and I decided to have some afternoon tea at Harrods. Pascal drove me home first because he want to change his shirt because the weather was so damn hot. He always mumbling like this "Damn, its a global warming impact, we should plant more trees, oh my god I can't believe it they build another building at the green place, is it me being weird or people just don't realize about the 34 degree celsius and they seems doesn't mind about it". Hahahahahaha all I can do is keep him calm.

Pascal mesenin gue english tea, which I hate it the most. I don't know why I hate english tea and I am pretty sure that Pascal notice it since we've known each other for several years and for the record that was not our tea date. Gue bete to the max .......... Udah lah ga bisa beli sepatu, cuaca panas banget, dipesenin teh inggris yang rasanya cuma Tuhan dan umatnya yang pernah minum itu teh. Gue request a lot of sugar, gue bilang sama pelayannya kalo perlu sugar syrup dibawain ke meja gue sekarang juga. Si Pascal nyengir-nyengir kuda kaya orang ga bersalah. Duh, cape deh ........

G: Duh kenapa juga lu musti pesenin gue minuman kaya begini. Lu mau gue diabetes ya ?

P: Then, don't put a lot of sugar. Case closed.

G: It's impossible Cal, otherwise gue gak bakalan minum ini teh.

P: *continuing his nyengir-nyengir kuda*

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Sekarang gue lagi duduk sambil nulis ini blog in the corner of my living room nearby the window. I lit my cigar and I look into my bed room. There is one man, sleeping with his boxer very calm and innocent. He puts his legs and arms wide open without any blanket. He smiles during his sleep. I wonder what's his smiling about, I want to know what's his dreaming about. Is it about me ? Haha I always guess it's me, why should I wonder anyway. His hair a bit messy but I like to breath deeply on it. Hey what am I doing now, I should be there beside him right now, like right on this very moment to accompanying him. Hahaha *SLUTTTTT*

So .............. I just finished the fourth glass of my wine. I don't want to be drunk any sooner so I better be off from this blog now. Thank you so much for reading my blog.

XO.