Sunday, June 17, 2007

am i The Girl with the Car Bag?

i went to bugis with Jiahui on Friday.. and got compliments for my car bag. however, i was too caught up with that to realise that one of the Aunties of a bag store could've had ulterior motives for flooding me with dozens of questions, which i must admit, i naturally answered them too honestly for my own good. she asked me where i bought it from (which country), how much i paid for it, what was the initial offer that i was quoted, and blablabla. oh gawd. by the time it hit me that she could possibly want to source for the car bag and sell it for cheaps along bugis street and yet earn millions from it made me feel like crying and selling away the car bag for good. because firstly i paid a hefty amount for it, and secondly, i didn't pay a hefty amount for it to see a street full of girls with the car bag. i know i sound selfish, but that's the whole point! i have to be with such probing aunties :( but what do i do now? all the honest information has been spilled.. too much of it in fact, considering she thanked me and happily smiled ALL THE bloody WAY. and argh~ all i can do now is wait for her to source for it and bring it in for the rest of the world or pray amd hope that she doesn't manage to.

jiahui and i went to the bra shoppe yesterday.. and to our horror, most of the stuff there's the same as what we saw on Fri when the shop was still closed. good thing is she was open on Sat so Jiahui could try on the stuff.. and it was such a laughy session of fun~ haha! i wonder if she was spoilt for choice, since she said that she couldn't decide which one to buy~ ;) anyway, i'm so glad that i've found another person to share my interest! wahahaha!~!~ we also sat down at pastamania with doodoo and spoke about a load of things. sometimes i wonder if its good to interpret too much into things though, but i can't think of what's so bad about it, except that perhaps sometimes it causes more worry than i should have (like the car bag)..

while reading the book: Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps as well as thinking of various experiences with girls and women.. i can't help but think of how scary we can be when we have PMS, or PMT - as the book calls it. sometimes our mood can just SWING and be totally sour, and we treat people like their dumbnuts and assholes.. feeling like its the worst day in the world, while sometimes the simplest thing can make us smile for an entire day like a dope. i really ought to get that sign one day.. "i can go from Angel to Bitch in 5s, it's a skill". haha!

ok i don't usually know how to end my blog posts. so this is just going to be another one of those with an abrupt end. :X
bee at 1:43 PM