Spinning the wheel

Been feeling kind of funny lately ~ well, mostly tired, pissy and bored. Guess when you combine them together it can be funny, I suppose. Okay lame.

Last Saturday saw me running to Geylang with Liah after work. Although the mother handled the Hari Raya clothes aspect (at least the ones worn on the first day) - she sent them to the seamstress - we still havent seen them yet. So yeah, considering I have given away/thrown many of my old ones, I figured I needed to get a new one in case the seamstress couldnt deliver. So there i was ... in Geylang Serai...smack in the sticky Saturday afternoon.

So we went around and God, that was like the most tiring day ever. Being the stingy poker me, I refused to spend more than $80 on a Hari Raya clothes (my parents pay for the clothes usually but this time, since I didnt want to bank on the tailor-made ones I have to fork out my own). Before you accuse me of being spoiled, let me explain.

Before, I didnt see the need to buy Hari Raya clothes because I always wore them once..twice and then they would be chucked at the back of the wardrobe. Even if I were to buy, 90% of the time, they would be in blue (or various shades of blue).

The mother, afraid that other people would think that the daughter couldnt care less, would then hustle everyone to the shops to get nice, expensive-looking (and sometimes, real expensive ones) baju kurungs. Then she'll hustle the father to pay.So there...

Anyway, back to the Scrooge-y me, cause I was so uninterested and all, I just grabbed one black suit from First Lady/2nd Chance (Why must a boutique be called '2nd Chance'? Why cant it be the 1st choice? Malays and their inferiority complex..gah!!). Now this is a first from the boutique. Havent told the mother yet cause I think she would blow her top. She hates buying clothes from that boutique. "The quality is bad and you will look just like many other Minahs on Hari Raya," she said.

Well, sorry Mother.
It's Minah Mona this year.

At least next month, I'll be going to ESPANA!!


P/S: 31 more days.

P/P/S: This is a really lame attempt at blogging.


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