Even though Aergia is whispering sweet nothings and Hypnos forcefully grabbing my eyelids and trying to shut them but I still had the strength of Kratos to blog, facebook and tumblr. (i love how it's in alphabetical order, whatever).
My mum is becoming more and more vocal about my outfits and now she has found a new ally in her crusade in making my life as miserable as possible - my grandmother, who babysits my brother when everyone's out at work or schooling or shopping. If having my allowance changed to dailies and not receiving pocket money during holidays are bad enough, now every time I went out they'll be like, what are you wearing? God made you a Man so dress like one and all those crap. Bersyukur lah (be grateful with God's gift). Don't bring shame to family (like as if we're sooo famous everyone knows us like that) Bitch please. If I want to be a tranny I would wear a dress and deck in heels and skirts everyday and get a sugar daddy and moonlight as a hooker or something for that extra cash and pleasure.
I mean, what can I wear then? Men's are almost always too big for my skinny body and I don't wear polo and I wear plaids once in a blue moon. And the women's stuff I wore are not exactly women women right? Rather unisex right? :/ Whatever lah.
As Chris Colfer said, "Fashion has no gender".
Amen.
I mean, Amin.
Oh, and I secure a job at Topman/Topshop as a *Fashion Co-ordinator! Not going to tell my mum though. Else she'll be using this as an excuse not to give me pocket money.
*a nicer term for sales assistant
I'd love to be a style co-ordinator BUT it's for full-timer only ):
Crappy salaries and the possibility of being posted to Bugis Junction, my life has never been this great. ♥♥♥ :D
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