shopping makes the world go round.
written: 9:38 p.m. on Monday, Dec. 27, 2004

Can't even type without the arms screaming at me to stop.

The feet...always get it the worst. No difference today.

I fear that my flu might be back. Hmm, how nice. I'm getting that feeling one gets when one's on the verge of falling sick...kinda like what I felt in Taiwan on the day that I finally got the fever after three days of irritating foreplay: the giddiness, the germiness (haha, like there's such a word), the insidious headaches.

No, not fun at all.

And the cause of my present discomfort? None other than Dec 30, 2004, this Thursday, of course.

On the bright side, I finally got something nice and relatively cheap to wear.

On the down side, now I'm not sure if I'd be physically well enough to go.

Haha! I crack myself up.

But anyway, Mel and I hit Orchard again at around 12. Had lunch at Mos Burger, then we set off to look for pseudo-prom stuff, starting from Scotts. Checked out this boutique called Perfect In Black or something along those lines; it carries, as its name obviously suggests, nothing but black clothes. It was pretty cool, as was the bloody price. Saw a nice dress that cost S$199; it looked shitty on me though, as it covered my knees and was hence too long, so I didn't get it in the end.

We walked around Scotts somemore, I didn't see anything that I even remotely thought I could wear, and then we headed to Tangs. Walked around even more; saw gorgeous earthy bracelets at Island Shop or whatever the hell it's called. I think I might go and get that amazing green bracelet when I go to Orchard again on Wednesday; that is, if I still have money left from the $250 that my mom gave me.

From Tangs, we walked to Wisma; checked out the boutiques located along the passageway that leads to Takashimaya. Once again, nothing really got me, and then we were at Ngee Ann City. Checked out Guess; that great pink/purple skirt with the gorgeous embroidery on it was not on sale and it costs $400 approximiately, and the things that were on sale...weren't very nice. I toyed with the idea of going to JJC decked out in Guess wear for about three seconds, until the prices of the really great-looking ones brought me back down to earth.

Awesome, isn't it.

Checked out Zara next. Bad idea; now I'm in love with that brown top I tried on. And I'm still unemployed, which means that I'd be spending more of my parents money if I really got it. Seriously, it's got to a point where I have to shave off a few dollars off the real price of any piece of clothing that I buy when my folks ask for its price. The Mango grey off-shoulder top, for example. How much is it? the folks ask. I plaster a smile on my face and lie prettily through my teeth, Oh, it's only $25; isn't it cheap?, when in fact, it's $35. Wahoo. The Jielun souvenir basketball jersey, too; it's $15! Yes, self, since when did you get a $3 discount?

Need a job, need a job, need a job. Need to strike it fucking rich in the future so that my folks can live in a nice big house with a dog and not worry about hospital fees. My dad's mantra is this: You cannot fall sick in Singapore. Which is true. You get heavily subsidised medical treatment in Taiwan, but not in Singapore, oh no. If you get cancer, you can only seek treatment if you're fucking rich. See a specialist, and a few hundred dollars are robbed from you. You see a specialist in Taiwan and it costs less than a hundred Sing dollars. Get retired in Taiwan, they pay you to sit on your arse and do absolutely nothing; if you're a teacher, you get paid almost as much as your old salary. So why not just retire, right? Well, you can't retire in Singapore. How can you possibly think about it when the government is cutting wages as frequently as NS boys cut their hair? Retirement pension? What retirement pension?

And a shitty encounter with a stupid typical Singaporean mom today at Haagen-Das (sp) had me convinced that I need to get out of this country before it chokes the life out of me. But more about that later.

So, back to the shopping. Nice brown top from Zara, black skirt was okay but a bit too short. I don't exactly fancy exposing my gargantuan thighs for all to see, you know.

Went to Mango after that. I found this gorgeous skirt I saw in Taiwan that cost like a hundred Sing dollars, and it was $66, on sale. Sounds good, right? Well, the queue outside the fitting room was so amazingly long that I took one look at it, and my heart sank. In the end, I was like, oh forget it.

People should stay away from sales and let me have them all to myself; in fact, everyone should get lost and let Mel and I have a blast browsing great clothes at half price by ourselves. I hate crowds, especially one infested with irritating females. And the salespeople there weren't very friendly, either. They either didn't know their stuff, or they gave you a pissed off face when you asked a question.

Even the service in Taiwan/Taipei is much better than the SHIT you get in Singapore. Typical Singaporean service: stupid bitchy salesgirl push between you and your shopping partner when you're browsing at a rack to put clothes back onto the rack.

Fuck you. People like that should shoot themselves in the head; don't take up space with your fat ass in this already resource-limited world, thank you very much.

But I digress. So Mango was a dud as well, and then we checked into a few shoes stores and found nothing. Went to Takashimaya; lingered around the first level, looking at shoes, and found nothing. Went to the second level; looked at Daniel Yam/whatever's stuff; nothing really struck me but how overpriced the clothes are. I'm sorry but I'm not gonna pay over a hundred dollars for a plainly-designed locally-designed dress, okay? Thank you.

Third level then. Phuture London. I thought I'd find something; I was wrong. Saw a nice tube dress on a mannequin; liked the skirt but not the tube top.

In the end, Mel convinced me to try it on. And you know what? It was absolutely fantastic. I liked it so much that I just went, "Okay, fuck it, I'm buying this!"

Mel's reaction: Hallelujah!

Haha! We'd been walking for at least three hours by then, you see. I was getting very tired and frustrated; Mel must've had it even worse. Thanks for shopping with me darling. I love you.

She also got a great pair of heels from U.R.S or whatever. I haven't bought the shoes yet; if I don't find anything, I'm just gonna wear my mom's. I'm not even gonna do anything with my hair, and I'm definitely not gonna bother with make-up. I just DON'T GIVE A DAMN. My dress was miraculously $63.20 after a 20% discount. Fantastic. Totally within my budget. Wahoo.

Downside: Now I need to get a fucking strapless bra that wouldn't slip down my chest every two seconds. I don't trust the detachable-straps ones that I have, and anyway, half of them, I've outgrown. So, time to get new underwear! Yay! I love lingerie, especially colourful ones. It's just a fetish of mine and it has to come in a set before I'd buy it. So, yeah.

Right, I'm beat, my dad's sick and wants to sleep so he wants to switch off the cable modem which is in his room, so I'll end this here. Yeah.

Hmm, been indulging in some interesting fantasies involving a few people I know lately. I blame it on the yaoi overload (though the fantasies involved only males; I still don't get turned on by females, unless they look like men).

Yep, I'm sure you needed to know that.

And my entries are characteristically all over the place; very reflective of how the mind works, if you want my honest opinion. I'm also a highly disorganised person anyway so yeah.

I love Jielun.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010