Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored.
What am I expecting after the prelims? Hooray let's go and party kinda celebration? What what what in the world do I expect to do? Damn. I feel like an 8-year old under my mother's hands again. Mum for God's sake I am 18. Not 8 anymore. Not your baby girl anymore. I still want my fun without having to think about how you'll feel eating alone at home. But for your sake. I am still coming home for dinner.
Well. To start with. My mum (again) made me late.
That wasn't enough anyway. She had to make me carry out an umbrella (as if it will rain.), a huge waterbottle and everything. And she almost made me wear thights/tights underneath my skirt coz' she scared I will zao geng (!?) Omg. *faints right there and then*
Do you just see that? A whole collection of gowns! Unfortunately, we do not have that in Singapore. Why? Because it is not within our "culture" to dress up so nicely even if we do go to the Esplanade to watch a play/musical/concert etc, whereas in other countries, watching all these is such a big thing that one has to wear something formal for the occasion. I mean, there are some who don't bother at all and wear jeans/t-shirt/bermudas/singlet-lookalike-clothing/whatsoever to Esplanade. I guess evening gowns certainly don't have a place in Singapore until some graduation night/prom night/Gala dinner comes along.
Whaaatever. Foul mood generated by this lousy shop in Marina Square, some chaaat local brand which happened to carry gowns, though they were in terrible shape, for one thing, the cutting at the breasts area makes the breasts look too pointed! Not to mention, those people there had to go "Aiyah, they come here only to try and not buy". Duh. After looking at the lousy workmanship of those gowns and going through such horrible service, of course people tend to try and not buy. Use your brains 'sales-ladies'. -_-
Another of those days when I hate my size. Hate the way I have to be tall and not slim, but big sized and everything. Hate the way my feet are so long just because of my height. Hate the way I can't get nice slippers/sandals just because they aren't my size. Hate the way some gowns look terrible on me because I have big hips. Hate the way I have to really search for clothes to compliment my whatever-figure. Hate the way I can't step into Roxy shops and search through the racks because I simply. cannot. fit. into. their. largest. size. because. Singapore. doesn't. import. large. sizes.
Okay. I have whined enough. You people around me must have gotten sick of this constant whining about me not being the ideal Singaporean size. But thanks suz and hy, for the shopping today. *winks* Love your newest loviest purchase my dear suz! Its soooo pretty and glam!
Ah. Drats. I think. I will. go do some maths. Or play my piano. I will bike tomorrow.
Blah.
What am I expecting after the prelims? Hooray let's go and party kinda celebration? What what what in the world do I expect to do? Damn. I feel like an 8-year old under my mother's hands again. Mum for God's sake I am 18. Not 8 anymore. Not your baby girl anymore. I still want my fun without having to think about how you'll feel eating alone at home. But for your sake. I am still coming home for dinner.
Well. To start with. My mum (again) made me late.
That wasn't enough anyway. She had to make me carry out an umbrella (as if it will rain.), a huge waterbottle and everything. And she almost made me wear thights/tights underneath my skirt coz' she scared I will zao geng (!?) Omg. *faints right there and then*
Do you just see that? A whole collection of gowns! Unfortunately, we do not have that in Singapore. Why? Because it is not within our "culture" to dress up so nicely even if we do go to the Esplanade to watch a play/musical/concert etc, whereas in other countries, watching all these is such a big thing that one has to wear something formal for the occasion. I mean, there are some who don't bother at all and wear jeans/t-shirt/bermudas/singlet-lookalike-clothing/whatsoever to Esplanade. I guess evening gowns certainly don't have a place in Singapore until some graduation night/prom night/Gala dinner comes along.
Whaaatever. Foul mood generated by this lousy shop in Marina Square, some chaaat local brand which happened to carry gowns, though they were in terrible shape, for one thing, the cutting at the breasts area makes the breasts look too pointed! Not to mention, those people there had to go "Aiyah, they come here only to try and not buy". Duh. After looking at the lousy workmanship of those gowns and going through such horrible service, of course people tend to try and not buy. Use your brains 'sales-ladies'. -_-
Another of those days when I hate my size. Hate the way I have to be tall and not slim, but big sized and everything. Hate the way my feet are so long just because of my height. Hate the way I can't get nice slippers/sandals just because they aren't my size. Hate the way some gowns look terrible on me because I have big hips. Hate the way I have to really search for clothes to compliment my whatever-figure. Hate the way I can't step into Roxy shops and search through the racks because I simply. cannot. fit. into. their. largest. size. because. Singapore. doesn't. import. large. sizes.
Okay. I have whined enough. You people around me must have gotten sick of this constant whining about me not being the ideal Singaporean size. But thanks suz and hy, for the shopping today. *winks* Love your newest loviest purchase my dear suz! Its soooo pretty and glam!
Ah. Drats. I think. I will. go do some maths. Or play my piano. I will bike tomorrow.
Blah.