It Was On The Rack, And Now It Belongs To Me
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Remember that Topshop skirt I was madly in love with some time back? The one which I blogged about with pictures and a whole lot of description? Yeah, this one.
Three months ago, I blogged it with this picture...
And now, this...

Aha! Hell, yeah! I got the skirt. I received several comments on my previous post - some told me to just go ahead and purchase it if it makes me as happy as a bird, while some said it’s not worth the penny at all because Topshop apparels are way overpriced; that’s what I think. Nevertheless, the hypocritical me got it anyway without even ripping a hole in my pocket. No, I certainly did not steal it. Instead, I got it for free - as a gift - my 20th birthday present!
Two weeks after I first laid eyes on this Topshop waist bodycon skirt, I was so sure that I was going home to Penang as my internship was over at NTV7, leaving KL without the skirt. Days before my departure, I was surprised by my friend with a rectangular red box tied with a white ribbon.
“For your birthday... in advance, as I won’t be seeing you for a long time” he said.
I opened the box carefully and the sight of what was inside made my eyes sparkled and my lips curved like the shape of the moon. I was intoxicated. It took me almost ten seconds after I said ‘oh my god’ several times to actually give my friend a respond which began with a simple ‘thank you’. I didn’t know what else to say and how to thank him, so I gave him a friendly hug. It’s amazing how one can see through another’s eyes and read another’s mind without being told what’s crossing in another’s mind. He is definitely one friend who can see through it all and that’s what I call a great friend.
When I was back in Penang, I tried on the skirt several times and simply couldn’t believe my eyes - couldn’t believe that I actually own that skirt. Though I felt like wearing it the night before my birthday - the night I went to the pub with my sisters - I saved it for some other day as I didn’t want it to end up having the stench of cigarette smoke.
An expensive skirt that would have to end up smelling like burnt grass is definitely not pretty and a very bad decision made. It was only a week after my birthday did I get myself fitted snugly into the Topshop skirt when I went out with my girls.
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My friend is a total genius!










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