mary quant

i'm just itching to blog about our trip down to chinatown. (sense the wriggling fingers?)

a fantalicious day--> new word of my own :)

the girls: (aliases) ningshingjingpangKlin/gek don't ask.

so we ventured into the slightly uluated (nw) place weirdly full of cobblers. i never knew chinatown was also cobbler-town. with every step i took sat a cobbler, hammering away. superglue and nails as his tools.

the mission: 1) to hunt down $2-for-1m-cloth-shops on the verge of closing down & moving away and to bargain until we die and they cry. 2) to take inspired and meaningful black&white photographs of the seemingly rundown place. 3) to buy cheap things. hello? it's chinatown.

off we went! embarking on our sillymadcrazy adventure.

traipsing up and down the many floors of the chinatown-centre-place-with-the-multi-storey-carpark sniffing out cheap pretty cloths. often i lagged behind, finding the perfect angle for the perfect shot; then running after them like a madwoman. i think i got some pretty cool shots.

oh i forgot to mention. earlier on, while we parked our bums at macs, we bitched. well, i bitched they listened. they clucked their tongues, pursed their lips and lashed our in anger after hearing my 1dayoverdue story. too bad my anger had partially subsided, was unable to tell the sordid tale in all its blazing bitchiness from my fiery tongue. using your illness to MC your way out of handing up assignments on time, "can i be your stylist?" riight. you didn't fool us FOR A SECOND. for crummy 15 seconds of fame, you resorted to such lowness. nothing would surprise me, what you would do for 20 seconds of fame. you rant on and on about unfairness. ethics, you said? you have NONE. going behind your friends' backs-stabbing them. i would much rather see you wither & shrivel under the scrunity of everyone around you once shoved under the spotlight. a simple slip of the tongue could achieve just about anything.

watch your back woman.

as for the rest of the day, bloggerstupidblogger lost it. it won't be as exciting as i had originally written it, now for THE THIRD TIME i shall try.

we chanced upon a gem of a shop- funny. it was selling accessories, TONS of gold stuff [goodness. i almost thought i was in a bank vault], vintage jewellery. of course we went mad; hair exploding, sweat dripping everywhere (me especially). we had emassed this huge pile of THINGS and proceeded to bargain shamelessly. well, she willingly cut the prices down for us- she was movingshop that very day anyway.

no loss, our gain :)

we planned to deck ourselves from head to toe in all our new purchases for ADP1 the next day. whoopdeedoo. just a reminder to myself- why i went to ADM in the first place.

have you seen lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events? no? well, neither have i. our very own version of semi-unfortunate events unfolded just as we were about to leave; all triggered off by my SLR. you see.. i had grown so accustomed to people not bothering about me taking photos of things (specifically, their things) that i had positioned myself nicely to take a shot of this stall. when suddenly, i noticed this pair of wriggling hands/fingers under my lense. it was the owner of the stall and her roughgruff,"HELLO HELLO HELLO!!" or something like that. being the gracious lady that i am, i smiled and thanked her calmly. then we proceeded to laugh ourselves silly *grin*

what happened next nearly made me pee in my pants. we were moving off from that unfortunate incident when my eye spied this THING slash supposed invention of some sort. it was the first time seeing such a thing outside, besides on my own head lah. it was a mini mannequin's head, perched atop the table with a towel wrapped round turban style. for some inane reason, i burst out laughing. yes, the famous 'point-and-laugh'. the guy had just taken a few steps forward, (i guess) to commence his rehearsed speech on promoting his product when my crazy laughter set him back a few steps. i think he got a shock. ningjingshingpangK dragged me off- leaving the man bewildered [+ laughing] and me gasping for air when pangK started choking on her own laughter; which triggered off yet another bout of hysterical laughter.

pointing to the source of her amusement and near suffocation, we turned around only the spot the man trying to place the turbantowel on HIS OWN HEAD. heehee. i'm so happy i made so many people happy! :)

laughter, sweet laughter.
how i've missed laughing hysterically.

update on nail situation: [if you didn't know by now, i have an obsessive compulsive nail-cutting disorder] fingernails pink, toenails lime green- all while watching 'someone like you'.

i love happy endings.

p/s: while rushing to get my nugget-toes properly covered up today for lau pek's birthday high tea, i found this GORGEOUS pair of blue low-heeled peeptoe shoes hidden in the shoe cabinet. they're mummy's! they're so pretty! so sixties. whoopdeedoo. blast from the past all over again. i feel so mary quant- what with the vintage earrings and shoes.

p/p/s: did i mention that mummy and carol are taking turns to ask me about HIM? yes HIM. wayyy to boost my morale folks.

p/p/p/s: snobbish slut's new word of the day: whoopdeedoo. mission: count the number of whoopdeedoos.