Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Oh horror of horrors!

I have to huge zits, but I have nettiquete so I'll not go into details. Went for a simple interview at Ngee Ann City today, and I dressed to impress.
Meaning I did not succumb to the pressure of wearing dull dowdy business blazers and suits, (which ultimately makes me look like an air-stewardess, as I last remember) instead donned a long-sleeved grey cashmere top, dark jeans and gold heels.
Which let me jus tell u, the latter was a gross oversight and utter condemmnation.

Thanks to that, both my feet are throbbing like fuck, and I have the blisters to proof it. But at least I looked good. :) Saw a cute red with white polka dots vintage top at Forever 21, and sweeet bluebell-blue round-neck Zara sweater. It took all of my self-will to not whip out my Powercard at lightning speed, and when I finally did drag myself out, I was filled with indescribable woe.

Out of curiosity, I popped into Mango. Cos the " 70% OFF " sign in the display was jus so garish and huge and into my face, and God knows I can't resist. Remember Mean Girls?
How Lindsay Lohan described conflicts in school where settled, uncannily similar to the animal world? Picture tht, but in a shopping context.

It should have been quite expected actually. The GSS is drawing to a close after all. But the sight of crumpled ruffled mountains of clothes dumped upon white tables, not unlike those u see at pasar malam and flea markets. Obnoxious aunties and gossiping office-girls (obviously on break) flittering to the SALE sides, and I swear one elbowed me.
I watched the Tai-tais, a more discerning clique, pick up the occasional dress and then put down before moving on to the next.
Then enter cheena women with their children running about racks, and God bless my soul; I spy with my lil eye a seemingly obese woman trying a green top that was apparently abt 2 sizes too small.

I THINK that the Shoppaholic series by Sophie Kinsella (Otherwise known as one of my all-time fave writers) was written after me. I totally fit the heroine of bad credits and shopping invoices to a T. I hate being poor. ARGH.

Anyhow, on a more brigter note... I have PS2! Borrowed it from Carl, but not without much weedling and coaxing. :P This is the one thing that can lift my spirits without me spending a cent.
See, aren't I a total genius? Sometimes I jus surprise myself too.

Who needs love?