Month: January 2008

I’m a bag lady.

You know how it’s like, when you think you’re only going to be out for 5 minutes around the neighbourhood and therefore you put on your most comfortable clothes and shoes. Lets put it this way, some of us dress according to the distance and not situation. Well this 5 minutes for me, has extended to places like The Curve and 1U.

Friends who saw me alone basically didn’t think it’s me. Friends who saw me with my boyfriend think he’s going out with a bag lady. It’s gotten to an excruciating point where friends have to call me up to make sure it’s me 1st before saying hello just so they could avoid an awkward confrontation with my boyfriend and his new found “lady”. I swear I caught one of those what-the-fuck-are-you-wearing looks on their faces too.

I think I have succumbed to the curse of comfort. I’m so comfortable with boo now I have stopped dressing up for him. I’m so comfortable with myself that I don’t even bother dressing up for myself. My hair is unruly most of the time and I kept telling myself that’s cause I’m growing it out. Truth is, I just can’t be bothered. I don’t even diet or workout like I used to. I used to be anal and extreme about how I looked and now I’m just like…fuck it give me another serving of bakkuteh.

While I try to lead you to believe that I look like this most of the time:

Seoul
Casual chic.

henna
Elegant.

toned
Toned.

classy
Classy.

kawaii
Kawaii.

bikini
Hot.

healthy
Sporty.

This is the most unnerving thing ever for me to post. Truth is…this is how I look like most of the time:

bad

The real me.

Help!

Choose your male friends wisely.

I must be more selective in choosing friends next time, male friends especially. Mine have turned out to be closet shopaholics. Okay, so that’s not really an accurate term to address them because the person that ended up shopping was me. What do you call people who take pleasure in watching somebody else shopping?

First off…there’s Kelvin. Seriously, I’ve never seen any man so happy accompanying another chick shopping. I mean, just take a look at Timmy and you’ll know what I mean. I was at Mt. Kiara to run some errands and decided to ask this Kelvin fella out for lunch. After a satisfying Japanese meal, he took me to Wondermomo. The moment we stepped into the shop, wahhhhh he started already! He really psycho me to the max….jeans, skinny jeans, selvidge, Cheap Mondays, Evisu, Levi’s Tattoo and so on.

I mean, I don’t even need a new pair of jeans! I’m perfectly pleased with my boot cut GAP that I got at a suspiciously low price from Reject Shop, which I’ve happily worn for the past 3 years. But that fella was good, ok? I ended up with a pair of BCBG jeans that fit me like a pair of customised gloves. Damage to the purse….I have decided to erase the figures from my memory.

Then….I went “window shopping” with this angmoh. 10 minutes into walking around 1U, the tiger revealed his stripes. He recited his perfectly rehearsed speech on “how important it is to buy REAL shoes for your poor feet” that somehow managed to sip into my grey matter and stayed there and *gasp* made sense.

I ended up with a dull pair of Clarks pumps that put a dent to my already dented purse. The horror of it all, in order to recuperate from the trauma of buying a pair of ugly sensible shoes, I splurged on a pair of faux croc skin pumps (with the sharpest points ever) which, slowly but surely, will destroy my feet.

So yes ladies, choose your male friends wisely. Some really love going shopping with you, perhaps a little too much.