today: McEurgh, McHott and McClancey(!)
2008-02-06 at 1:13 a.m.
woke up at 7.45am this morning to get to school in time for the 10am Postcolonial Lit lecture, and only got home at 10.30pm.
why?
Chinese New Year shopping.
For clothes.
. . .
I actually dashed off after the 4-6 Samurai lecture to Vivocity, where i spent two hours going into almost every single clothing shop in the damn place trying to look for clothes. almost means every shop except for Chomel, G2000 and Pull and Bear. yes, even Topshop. yes, even River Island. yes, even Forever 21.
and i found?
nothing.
not a damn thing.
what the hell, right?
and when i'd braved firestorms and earthquakes too!
or maybe not. but there were certainly many many many people, all jostling, squawking and generally being bloody irritating. think i'm being hyperbolic as usual? think again: the queue at the Esprit dressing room was from the entrance of the dressing rooms to about a third of the way of the checkout counter. the next time you're in vivo, go take a look.
So i got on the train and dragged my sorry ass and aching feet to Plaza Singapura. Sorry ass because shopping against a deadline always makes me feel depressed, and aching feet because i wore my heels today, because i had wanted to buy a pair of dark jeans. yes, i wore my too-hight heels after a hiatus of oh, say, more than half a year. yes. from 8.20am. until approximately 9.20pm at this point. that's 13 hours!! on heels! ugh.
so at PS i slunk sorrily into Dorothy Perkins, and began to search out an outfit with all the determination of a heat seeking missile. or a half-drowned groundhog. or somewhere in the middle..
my original plan had been to get a nice, formal-esque pair of dark jeans and a nice short sleeved white shirt—somewhere between casual and formal, with both elements working well on their own—meaning that what i bought would be able to actually boost up my wardrobe, and not just exist for the sorry purpose of being donned for CNY. plus, they both seemed like they would be easy to find right? i must have had my brain on hold when i had that thought, seeing as how i've been looking for that damned formal/semicasual white shirt for almost a year..
at this point i was so tired that i was ready to throw in the towel and get a dress: after all, one piece meant that there was one less thing to look for, and that was a plus big enough to almost cancel out the meh-ness of buying a dress for CNY. or at all. maryam was also heartily approving of this plan, but well, old habbits die hard. so i spent about 35 mins in DP flicking through racks, picking up dark jeans and white shirts, queueing endlessly for a slot in the changing rooms, then, after two rounds of that—3 pieces per customer, bugger it—i decided to just screw it. so i went around the store haphazardly picking up dresses that fit the 'CNY criteria': not black, not too short, not see-through, and definitely, definitely not red.
and i guess third time's the charm, cos i picked up a dark blue jersey dress that is actually pretty ok. and after a quick mms to my mum for an ok, i was done. and just like that, i'd bought my first dress in about a decade, not counting the prom one, since that one was also bought under duress. (as in, i spent more hours than i dare to think about shopping with my mum until she finally said, ok, this one is nice, at which point i sort of gave up and just said hokay~)
and the fantastically funny thing is? i found my white shirt. maybe i just won't wear it, then i have one year to look for the bottom half of next year's CNY outfit.
please, when august rolls around, PLEASE prod me into going to shop for clothes!!!
but maybe i'll just wear this dress for the next 5 or so CNYs. works for me.
on a brighter note, can i just say, Benicio Del Toro rocks my socks!
spent the better (or should i say best!) part of today's four hour break between Postcolonial Lit and Samurai watching Traffic, and woah. now that's what i call an Oscar winning performance, unlike a certain female's paltry show in Monster's Ball. I want to watch The Usual Suspects all over again, just for Fenster's hilarious lines. I want to watch 21grams, i want to watch Sin City and NOT for Jessica Alba. I want to watch all Benicio movies, because not only is he a fantastic actor, he is so hott. and in that totally-unaware-of-it way, too. and he has such an adorable smile. sigh. i cannnot believe he's 20 years older than us 1987ers. but whatever. anyone up for a Benicio Del Toro marathon, post-CNY? :D