When the weather forecast says it’ll rain tomorrow, it will rain tomorrow.

So I woke up early this morning, watch the window gets wet as I prepared breakfast and whisked away by my cousin to get some exercise.

Look how cold it gets.

I did my research prior to heading there. It says that the parking gets very full early in the morning. We reached there at 11am and yes to full parking! -.-“

I literally clapped my hands when we reached there. Hello! … I saw some yummy brands. What was I suppose to do? Pat my knees instead? Haha.

HELLO BICESTER VILLAGE!

Full parking does equates to lots of people. It was like a mini asia village. Lots of Chinese, Philipines, Malaysian….*whispers* some singaporean… you get the drift right.

Raining… The whole morning till mid afternoon. No joke.

There’s a prayer room for Muslims. It’s called, ‘The Contemplation Room’, beside Dior. It. is. not. helpful. It’s like they’re telling you to contemplate (get the pun?). God or Dior. Bahaha. The shoes they have in there… my, my, my… in my size, desired height and reasonable price!

Versace. Not a good collection for shoes. Milan and Johor have got better collection. You can count on me, girlfriend.

Gucci has got lovely relatively cheap heels. But they were a little too short for my liking.

Finally! The sun comes out.

How I feel you may ask?

Like finally I’m on the greener side.

At 5.30pm, we were low on fuel. So! quick bite…

My cousin kindly paid for me. Well, technically, I quote, “RR (some atas car company brand) is sponsoring.” Feeling apologetic towards my pancreas (all those desserts.. they’re upset with me. Don’t wanna mess with our pancreas now, do we?), I grabbed lemon ginger juice and mango & lime fruit in a cup.

Our loot for the day. (Note: 95% is not mine. People always make me look like a shopaholic >.<)

On our way back. All comfortable, warm and snug in the car. Don’t dare to unwind the window. The outdoor temperature is not to be easily disregard.

Sun…. setting. The feeling is just Ma Syaa Allah. 🙂

My loot. See! Not a shopaholic.*pats my shoulder*

Anyway, here’s an episode.

As I was passing by a store, I saw a nice men’s black trench coat – you know, the one’s that makes you look mucho, double breasted design, for handsome girls like me, hehe *smacks face* – with a gold trimming. Drool worthy guys! The trench coat, of course.

When I was in Boss, with my cousin. I saw a similar trench coat and confidently approached the staff, saying, ‘Hi, I saw this kind of trench coat (points to an in store plain black trench coat), with a gold trimming on the mannequin outside. Do you know where I can find it?”

“Gold trimming?” Shows me a blurr look. I swear the guy looks like a Malay but with English accent -.- … Anywhoo! He went outside to check and came back to me, “Sorry ma’am, there’s no such design displayed outside.”

*GASP*

1) He called me ma’am. Do I look like a ma’am??

2) I swore I saw that design. Jangan malukan beta! (Don’t embarass me!)

So, I went out to check with my own 4 eyes, and he was right! No such design! Did the mannequin get a quick change or what?!

I apologised and he said that it’s alright. It’s been a long day anyway.

I wanted to go, ‘Pfft.. yeah right, long day,’ but I realised he was right, I was shagged. Shopping is like exercise. On your mental, physical and economical state. Plus I’ve used up a lot of those. Bahahaha.

Ahhh… The smell of leather in the house. Gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

😀

Till then, may Allah grant you the opportunity to roam round like he gave me, and grant you more sustenance so that you may purchase more than me.

Assalamualaikum err one!