confession of a window shopaholic

continued..

when we got into the mall,
my friends headed straight ahead to the loo,
which cost 0.50euros,
RM2.50.

it's like going to the toilet in the gardens.

the shops were still sleeping

so we went around,
and found a shop.

it was a café.

we saw a sign that opened our hearts.

"crêpe et café" 2 euro.
you dun have to know much french to understand that.

we thought it was with a *.
* term and conditions applied

we searched high and low for the *
but alas,
they meant what they wrote

we happily ordered a set each.

and,
well, they didn't lie.
but we got conned.

let's see the picture.
- coffee -
looks normal right?

now let's look at it from another point of view.

- coffee with crêpe -
still can't see the problem?

look at the tea spoon then the coffee.
there's only 2 sips.

and the crêpe taste like roti canai tambah gula.
oh well.

after we finish our branch,
i commenced our search for the perfect MAB dress.

sadly,
nothing can go with the theme.
white is juz not the colour for winter.
snow is enough white.

there were so many shops

it was heaven.

ZARA is so cheap to the french.
they're clothes are like 15 euro
25 euro.
ZARA!!!
imagine u're french.

then there was sephora,
the sasa of france.
they have perfume.
all the brands that u can think of,
at less than 100 euro for the biggest size.
imagine u're french.

then cosmetic
maybelline,
loreal
estee lauder
nivea
(yes, nivea also sells make-up)
a (good) mascara for 15 euro.
imagine u're french.

if i were a french~
i would buy stuff everyday~
i would go out in the morning
and come back only after seven~

(their shops close at 7)

imagine if you're french.

continued...

L.Y.O.N

06/12/09

i woke up before 4.
after twisting, turning, and rolling into a ball on bed,
i decided that there's no way i can fall asleep anymore.
it's time to accept the truth.

i made breakfast...
eggs and ham
with the long missed chili sauce and soya sauce.
first time i made breakfast for myself in france.

we were like vampires
fleeing Besancon before the sun came out.

we never returned
until the moon was hanging out with the stars

we fled to the third largest town in France

Lyon.

we walked all the way to the train station.
it waas still dark when the train started to take it's destined route.

we took pictures
i took pictures.it was dark.
then we grew tired because of the walking
we slept in our very own hogwards-express-styled-carriage,
it was still dark.

when i left my dear handsome boyfriend
in my dream
the sun was out.
yet,
it was nowhere near hot or sunny.

it was a(nother) winter day in france.

i can see horses and trees and fields and fields of green
leaving me in a blink of an eye.

after a few stopsand almost 3 hours
we were finally there.

part dieu.

we walked around la gare (the train station)

found a shopping mall right opposite the station
and you can guess what happened next.

to be continued...