ive NO fate with shopping. and buying clothes.
i saw nice clothes yesterday, i didnt hav the money to get them
so today i want to get them with my wallet filled with notes tt i saved the entire year.

and... all the nice stuff i saw, ARE GONE.
frikkin gone. i was staring at myself and telling myself im capable of killing those people that bought wad i wanted within this miserable 24 hours. (minus 16 hours when they are closed for the night)

those ppl might probably be rich qian jings that had tons of clothes in their wardrobes and rarely wear their clothes twice. and there maybe be even some that are collecting dust in the corner with Tob's frens crawling all arnd it ever since they bought it!

they might just buy MY clothes on impulse, as they can afford it, LIKE ALWAYS.

why cant they spare a thought for poor girls like me that wear freebies for centuries.
they can let me buy decent clothes for once, so i can stop wearing my BIG WALK T-SHIRTS, like rotating year 2003 with year 2004. even my OAC t shirts are furry from FREQUENT washing. they should sympathise with my plight and sell me the clothes at half price. and throw in a few more pretty clothes of theirs.
they ought to

i was telling Tob how pissed i was, and he told me
you should just be like me, i dont wear clothes!
he's plain wierd. he doesnt noe humans, at least he doesnt noe wad is the importance of wearing decent clothes and not wear furry choir tees on monday.. tuesday... wednesday... thurs... (you can continue for my sake, cos i can feel the adrenaline surging when i continue sulking about this)

my mom was like
why do u need nice clothes for? nobody looks anw. u can just make do with... THIS (she points her finger at my furry clothes)

i look at her, frowned and said.
you sure you want me to go to australia... in... (furry) shirts that say. cedar girls secondary school choir, campteen 2005, a shirt in faded orange that says AFFABLE. ppl tt dont know me will think im so affable to be in some affable club
even if not for australia, im tired of going for dinners in classy places in choir tees. i got ENOUGH. i begged her to let me just go and get some nice things i'll be proud of when i walk down the busy streets of singapore

she said, okay, go then. go do your shopping
imagine her horror when i tell her all my clothes are TAKEN. i think she'll resort to buying cloth from spotlight and make wierd dresses for me.

nvm, i can live without the crap. im forcing myself to say this.

i went to buy a huge EVM from Mcs after that, too pissed for words. i decided to vent it all on food. provided im tired and in need of something.
now im full, bloated and feeling even worse. PERIOD, im sulking. i look so ugly, i bet.

anw, dont worry. cos im not that pissed over this. i feel stupid typing so much over such a trivial thing. clothes are just clothes, made from cotton fruits.
and i must remember:
pretty people still look pretty in ugly clothes YAYYYY ((: *self comforts*