Well, I have been longing to have a private own blog again.
I just want a blog that I could express out my feelings and everything! a blog where I could just write whatever thoughts that came to my mind. without a perfect grammar, perfect sentence structure or the correct vocabulary. a place where I could totally be me since I couldn't even be myself anywhere. I couldn't even be myself when I am alone. I am wondering why is this happening to me. I mean I want to live that life where I could be happy by just little simple things. Sometimes I doubt myself if I could even be happy if I got wardrobe full of Birkins and Louboutins. I seriously think that they are just my shortcut for happiness but I am craving for the real happiness by just maybe a great day with friends or my grandma's cooking.
Sometimes I pity myself for living this kind of life but then I think it is just normal since you always want to impress. THE SOCIETY FORCES YOU TO. Okay I am going to list down why I love luxury brands so much, firstly it's to gain people's respect towards you and to make people look up at you. Well, the world is seriously that cruel. Imagine you walk inside a Fendi store with a let's say some unbranded "inspired" bag, do you think the SA *Sales Associate* will come and approach you and ask you what you want. They will probably just stare at you ironically like you would never ever have that Peek-a-Boo bag you always wanted and always stop you every single time you walked pass through that store.
But different thing if you walk in the store toting a Birkin on your arm. Especially when they are like the Pororus or the Ostrich, all the SAs will literally just run towards you and flash you their best smiles and ask this "Hello there, how is your day? How may I help you?".
and you are the same person. A bag will affect how people treat you.
I am not exaggerating but that is simply the bitter truth of this cruel world. Well Fendi was just an example since I couldn't use Chanel or LV since their SAs are just way too nice. They treated me super nice when I went to their store *hehehehe* but not Miss Louise.
I went in with my newest baby and she treated me like shit that I wanted to buy the store and fired her!
I will just go in that store next time and like I wanted this and this and this and this and "see b*tch, I CAN AFFORD ALL THE ITEMS IN YOUR STORE!" and you are just a SA. You get commission if I buy something from you. At least try to be nice lah!
The second reason I love branded bags are their quality definitely! well I have had a lot of babies from different brands and honestly speaking, I don't know about their quality! All I know is that my branded aka those that are expensive, will last longer because of the different treatments I give them! Like my newest baby, whenever I go, he will also sit on the chair, but let's talk about the other bags, they go on the floor, no matter if it was wet or muddy or whatever. They get treated like a real bag!
Well, I am pretty sure that it is not only me who do that! Have you seen an afternoon tea party of the Indonesian ladies where literally there are 50 seats and 25 seats for the ladies and another 25 are for their Birkins, Kellies, Constances, Lindies... and the classic flaps!
I want to live a day where I could treat all my bags equally like treat a bag like a bag. not a human.
but too bad I am too poor that I only have one baby that is expensive and pretty that I could only baby him since if I ruin him, I will left with no more pretty bag. You might say why do you need a branded bag? the answer is definitely above.
I dress to impress because I have nothing else that I think I could be proud of.
Honestly I have a very low self esteem. my sad past and shits that happened to me before.
Nothing to do with my family though! I am more than happy that I am blessed with parents that love me so much and stuff *that's why they buy shoes and bags and literally spent a fortune just for my studies in singapore and australia!* *damn AUD is like 10k Rupiah though* *love you pop and mom*
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