Saturday, December 10, 2005 @8:47 PM
Shopping is horrifying.
Shopping with my mum and dad is a horror click itself.
Frankly, i have a weak heart, so i'm not into horror films!
What i wear (in the presence of them) is a reflection of them, their choice, their taste. Not mine. And they would make me wear these in front of my relatives! Well, i've done this far too many times, i'm numbed.
Three quarter pants. Certainly not my style.
Three quarter blouse. Need i say more? Both $75 each. If it was me, i wouldn't purchase, cause it's not worth my money. But hey, i'm not the one paying. If my dad wants to waste it at zara, be my guest. They want me to wear it with my friends, sorry man, that's out of the question.
Hmmm, and of course, without fail, a skirt costing $36! And a t-shirt worth $26 to go with the pants. Hmmm, this time my mother waste this.
These are my christmas presents? I so want them.
i'm suppose to wear them from chinese new year! oh man, chinese new year is far too soon! ): i dread it.
⥠lost for words and i drift.