Saturday, February 2, 2008

It's FEBRUARY?!

It IS February! And it's the SECOND DAY OF FEBRUARY ALREADY!

You know one of the biggest problems of slacking so hard is you kinda live in a vacuum and you stop noticing what day it is.

It wasn't until at least yesterday did I realise Chinese New Year is actually next Thursday. Hence reunion dinner will be next Wednesday. I mean, yeaaaahhh, I know it's coming, but I don't really have the faintest idea EXACTLY when it is.

So. What have I been doing other than slacking.

Shopping, of course.

For all sorts of New Year Shit.

Including clothes.

Speaking of clothes. I just cleared my wardrobe. And realised just how much my dress sense changed over the years. It really speaks a lot about the changes in my character. For instance I used to wear just any kinda shit people didn't want to wear, so I had clothes that looked like they should've been on a grandmother instead of a kid. I already had that anti-trend vibe in me but you can say I was going a bit too far, 'cause I wore really really WEIRD clothes. Weird even by my standards. And you know what a weird asshole I am. I am so weird, even a weirdo like me thinks I'm weird. Sorry for the confusing analogy, go figure that out later once I'm done talking to you.

So. I realised. Clothes that I'm actually fine with wearing today only make up 30-40% of the entire wardrobe. So I did the best thing possible: I threw out the 60-70% that was pissing me off with their mere existence. You know, sometimes I really don't get myself. Why was I such a bloody weirdo? Why am I STILL a bloody weirdo?! Why am I so willing to KEEP ON being a weirdo?!?!

Because you know why.

Weird.

Is the new. WEIRD.

That's why.

Irrelevant post.

But who said you have to read?

HAHA.

SO.

On a happier note.

I bought a shirt I really love.

That one bloody shirt I really love.

Actually one of a few selected shirts in this world that were ever unfortunate enough to be loved by me.

It's red.

It's plaid.

It's wrinkly.

It's buttony.

It's long-sleeved.

Most important, IT'S CHEAP!!! <$15 for that puppy. Original price was like $20++, WTF.

AND. I got a new pair of jeans to go with it! For the first time in my life I got a pair of jeans that isn't blue or black. It's GREY. Yay.

I'm sorry. I can't help it. I have this dumb obsession with greyscales even though I'm not a bloody emo. I only found out recently from my best friend that black is a Capricornean colour. I mean, yes, I tried to embrace bright bursts of colours but seriously, the only bright bursts of colours I'd really wear are bright red, navy blue and other miscellaneous muted colours. I'm happy, you know. I really am. I'm just not into international happy colours a la cheesy M&M's advertistments. Which, by the way, are complete eyesores in the MRT tunnels. Actually those bloody M&M's are already eyesores. Tasty, tasty, eyesores. I close my eyes and eat them. And open them if I happen to eat a brown one.

Can I talk some more about my other obsessions?!

Another obsession I have: autumn/winter looks. I. LOVE. COATS. JACKETS. SCARVES. HATS. I JUST LOVE THEM. And I'm so bloody vain that I will refuse to take my jacket off even if it's 30 degrees out there and I'm melting. I'd rather die in my lovely black hoodie or my piratey brown coat than in. SURFWEAR. *shudders*.

WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE WEAR SURFWEAR EVEN WHEN THEY ARE MILES AND MILES FROM THE NEAREST BEACH?!?! WTF. It wasn't so terrible seeing surfwear in Gold Coast because, come on, these folks at Surfers' Paradise live next to the beach! Plus, they live in SURFERS' Paradise. I had to be a bit sunnier than usual even though I'm not like woaaaahhhhh super-summer-sunshiney-look-at-me-I'm-so-fucking-happy-and-hyper-I'm-clad-in-pinks-and-yellows-yippee-aye-ay kinda person.

BUT PLEASE. In the most urban of places like Orchard Road. Like Shenton Way. Even at family gatherings NOT HELD AT THE BEACH. PEOPLE STILL WEAR SURFWEAR. STOP ALL THE BLOODY BILLABONG THINGOFABONG NONSENSE! Can you at least have the decency to separate them and remind yourself they are meant for the beach. If it calls for smart casual, WEAR SMART CASUAL. If it's a black tie affair, WEAR BLACK TIES AND SUITS. For ladies please wear at least, at least a plain frock. Why are people so stupid and wear Billabong Roxy OP whatever crap to EVERY SINGLE DAMNED EVENT.

Another brand I want to bitch about: MYUK. They are so fucking stupid. Who the fuck wants to announce to the damned world whether you "look like you freaking care?"! Seriously, nobody does, and you probably should LOOK like you don't "freaking care" and shut the fuck up. Your face and gestures will say it all. Don't need to carry blatant statements just to announce to the uncaring world that you, like the rest of those darned conformists, "DON'T FREAKING CARE". Oh and don't ask me if I care if you really don't care. If you don't care you'd have closed the browser the moment you see this page, if you don't care you'd have continued wearing those I.Q.-reducing articles of clothing and accessories. Tell you what, if you care, I will tell you too: I FUCKING CARE ABOUT MY SANITY, okay?

The perfect fashion world in my opinion:

NO FUR
NO LEATHER
NO "RULES DON'T APPLY TO ME" SHIRTS
NO MYUK
NO BILLABONG ROXY OP QUIKSILVER WHATEVER SHITTY SURFCRAP OUTSIDE OF THE BEACH
NO NEWURBANMALE
NO HAVAIANAS SLIPPERS. ESPECIALLY IF THEY HAVE NATIONAL FLAGS ON THEM.
NO BRAND NAMES ON CLOTHES. SAVE FOR THE CARE INSTRUCTIONS TAGS.

Yup. That's all. Very simple to follow, right?

Oh dear. Sorry. For a moment I thought I was in charge of running the universe.

Back to reality, I'm just a insane narcissistic maniac who ultimately just wants peace and equilibrium! Yippee!

*feels irrelevant and walks away*