for the first time in our lives, me and rav4 went to louis vuitton.
i just suddenly felt adventurous and got curious about why people even need to queue to get into a bloody shop.
but because we were relatively young compared to the general crowd inside, we knew we had to do some acting to prevent ourselves from getting chased out of the shop. our shoddy attire didn't help much either.
our roles were to be two spoilt brats and bratesses (okay i know there's no such word) who had so much pocket money we didn't know where to spend them. we had to be mentally prepared and not go in and look too amazed.
with that, we puffed our chests and joined in the queue.
and at this wonderful timing, i suddenly saw huijing coming into taka so i waved at her sheepishly.
she must be wondering wtf i was doing queing at louis vuitton.
and so we were trying to while the time away waiting to get into the shop, when the idiotic rav4 suddenly blurted out something stupid, i forgot what, i think it's along the lines of "but we no money".
then this woman in front of us turned around to look at her, then at me, then speechlessly turned to face the front again.
wtf.
finally, we got let in, and we tried our best to look as distinguished/spoilt as we could, and realized that rich people actually really don't look rich at all. got one auntie with a very stuckup look sitting at one of the counters, apparently looking through a catalogue for bags.
rav4: shit, i feel weird in here.
so we camoflaged into the shoes section, where there are fewer people, and at the same time trying to remember our new identities as distinguished spoilt people.
the shoes were really quite nice. i picked one up, flipped it over, and said very airily, "ooh, this one is so cheap. $950 only."
then we saw sneakers that looked exactly like what i was wearing. damn cheapskate. $600 plus only.
i was enjoying myself flipping over all the shoes to check out the price tags, and suddenly remembered we weren't supposed to look impressed, so we moved on.
rav4: oh ya, you need to buy slippers right.
me: oh ya hor, might as well buy here right, since so cheap.
found one, flipped it over. $600 plus.
went to check out the clothes. the tags on them don't indicate the price. we logically concluded that people here don't really care about this mundane thing we mere mortals call money.
aha! found one with a price tag.
about $2400.
i picked up my eyeballs from the ground and popped them back in.
we wandered around abit more, and then rav4 said something stupid again, which i hope nobody heard. "eh, i think the only things in here we can afford are the keychains."
we left the shop feeling like beggars.
i just suddenly felt adventurous and got curious about why people even need to queue to get into a bloody shop.
but because we were relatively young compared to the general crowd inside, we knew we had to do some acting to prevent ourselves from getting chased out of the shop. our shoddy attire didn't help much either.
our roles were to be two spoilt brats and bratesses (okay i know there's no such word) who had so much pocket money we didn't know where to spend them. we had to be mentally prepared and not go in and look too amazed.
with that, we puffed our chests and joined in the queue.
and at this wonderful timing, i suddenly saw huijing coming into taka so i waved at her sheepishly.
she must be wondering wtf i was doing queing at louis vuitton.
and so we were trying to while the time away waiting to get into the shop, when the idiotic rav4 suddenly blurted out something stupid, i forgot what, i think it's along the lines of "but we no money".
then this woman in front of us turned around to look at her, then at me, then speechlessly turned to face the front again.
wtf.
finally, we got let in, and we tried our best to look as distinguished/spoilt as we could, and realized that rich people actually really don't look rich at all. got one auntie with a very stuckup look sitting at one of the counters, apparently looking through a catalogue for bags.
rav4: shit, i feel weird in here.
so we camoflaged into the shoes section, where there are fewer people, and at the same time trying to remember our new identities as distinguished spoilt people.
the shoes were really quite nice. i picked one up, flipped it over, and said very airily, "ooh, this one is so cheap. $950 only."
then we saw sneakers that looked exactly like what i was wearing. damn cheapskate. $600 plus only.
i was enjoying myself flipping over all the shoes to check out the price tags, and suddenly remembered we weren't supposed to look impressed, so we moved on.
rav4: oh ya, you need to buy slippers right.
me: oh ya hor, might as well buy here right, since so cheap.
found one, flipped it over. $600 plus.
went to check out the clothes. the tags on them don't indicate the price. we logically concluded that people here don't really care about this mundane thing we mere mortals call money.
aha! found one with a price tag.
about $2400.
i picked up my eyeballs from the ground and popped them back in.
we wandered around abit more, and then rav4 said something stupid again, which i hope nobody heard. "eh, i think the only things in here we can afford are the keychains."
we left the shop feeling like beggars.
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