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Takara + Quiksilver = Blythe Roxy

I dunno this might sound like an excuse, but I did bring the gym bag to work with the intention to go to gym after work. The usual Monday routine. But on the way to the office, I remembered that I didnt put the gym shoes in the bag.

Ermmmm and i was thinking to walk from the lrt to home and get the shoes and walk back to the station is totally insane. So I left the gym bag and went to Times Square, for the Blythe Doll erm.. survey.

Then I went to XL toy shop and found 2. I dun really excited to buy 1 cuz both of them looked plain. One is 400++ and the other is 385. The 385 was a bit nice since it got pink hair. But no Fringe. No look of 'take me home'.. so I guess, 385 worth of money is not really worth it.

Then when my sister arrived, we went to the other shop at level 6 is not mistaken.. It was the coolest toy shop I ever been to. I felt like to sleep with the owner for the RM1800 Roxy Blythe Doll. Dammit!!!!! The box doesnt show off the doll inside, but since its Blythe presented by Roxy and i am obviously a Roxy maniac, I almost bought one.



But RM1800.... hmm. I almost could fly to London with RM1800... nah.. I cant afford. Its okay... maybe later id go and buy the 4 inches 1 :) Just to fulfill the condition, every girl must have a blythe doll. duh whatever.





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