dude, wheres my birkin. ; 9:52 PM
totally depressed. there is this shop in far east that i know sells leather birkin. so i was so prepared to swipe my card and get it over and done with so i can finally get some sleep and some eye stares at passerbys. but than when i stepped into the shop and ask about the bag, the sales girl tell me all sorts of things other than my birkin. and when i mentioned and described to her how it looks like, she tell me she got no idea. OMFG. there goes my chance of owning my dream bag. and how can a girl not know what is a birkin bag? even if you read my blog, you should know what a birkin bag already is. (its the orange bag that i mentioned in my previous posts*hint*) they don't even have the goyard bag too. i'm like so amused! they do have the motorcycle bag...but than its in lilac....so much worse.
sadly. i left the shop empty handed and my dreams dashed. nvm! i shall find other places for me to buy 1. or maybe 2. or 15. :)
trist.