One of my friend will be holding her wedding reception this coming weekend. One of my ex-colleagues ever said that "it shows how important the friend is to the person by seeing what lengths they go through to prepare for it."
Not that I do not see other weddings as important. I think all of them are and I put equally the same amount of effort in preparation for them. This time though, there would be no make-up artist/ hairstylist but still lots have gone into preparing in any case.
I have gone for a proper hair cut and colour Vs my $10 haircut cum home colouring. I am also sussing out a place to do my nails. Going to do french manicure for the first time in my life. I have sort of grown my nails for it. no actually it is because now that I have quit my previous job, I no longer need to be mindful of having short nails all the time. For now, that is.
I thought I had everything ready: the dress, the shoes, the hair, the nails. I have even been practising and trying out different make-up like the colour of eye-shadows, etc. No problem, right? Wrong.
The dress that looked so befitting and elegant for the occasion was unfit for wearing. I grew more meat on my back and could not zip up for the life of me. Mum told me to go get a nice dress for myself. There are very affordable and yet pretty ones on the market nowadays. Woah! My Mum, my fashion consultant. Ha!
Therefore I happily went out to buy myself one thinking it was the most perfect dress for the occasion. I was sooooo wrong. When Mum saw it, she practically yelled her head off and told me that I had bad taste. She did not stop until I went inside my room. Dad was kinder. He said it looked like uniform and stopped at that. Both were not impressed with my buy. Mum even questioned on why I always bought the same colour and yet looked like nurses' uniforms.
Well, part of the reason is because it IS from the same shop! As for the colour, I guess I just like the teal colour which kinda reminds me of the peacocks. Plus this one's texture was satin, a material I thought very appropriate for the occasion.
I was so upset with Mum that I lost sleep over it. Terrible as I do not want dark eye circles on that day. I am known to be stubborn and adamant about my decisions but I guess, I have always wanted to win the approval of my Mum, which is why I was so upset.
In the end, I decided on several things: Ask Mum to accompany me to buy the dress; exchange the dress for another one that I did try the day before; keep the dress and buy another one.
In the end, Mum met me at Bugis and several shops later, we managed to get one. What can I say? Mum knows best? Well, I guess it is also the secret thrill of having her spend some Mother-daughter time with me. As for the teal coloured dress? It is still sitting at home. I have seven, no six days to decide whether I want to exchange or not.
I really love weddings, special occasions and such. I love dressing up for such occasions even more! Hopefully I will look presentable this weekend!
p/s: The first dress I bought had a French name that has a literal meaning of "life in shades of pink". I happen to like most of the stuff that they sell there. Although having a French name, the clothing are all from Japan.
Showing posts with label Clothings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clothings. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Thursday, September 16, 2010
My poor woollen argyle sweater
I find myself quick to anger nowadays. Today, it was over this woollen sweater that I had bought from Uniqlo. It is fine Merino wool and I had told my mum that it is to be hand-washed and I just put it on the back rest of my chair, in my room.
It was my fault. I should have just added, "Please do not wash it. I will do it myself".
It was too late. When I came home, I saw the nice off white with pink and grey argyle patterned sweater on a hanger, drying on a 'bamboo' pole. My heart froze. For one should never hang woollen stuff like that. The water is just going to weigh everything down and the clothing will go out of shape.
I tried to salvage it but I think it was too late. The collar looks warped and the whole thing looks out of shape, elongated. I tried to control my anger and wrote a nice note to Mum telling her what I have done (put the sweater on top of clean plastic sheets, on the floor. They do not say "lay flat" or "dry flat" for nothing. I told her that I was not angry and that I hope we would come to a better understanding next time.
It was no use though for after she came back and I explained to her, I had a closer look (for I really did not bear to really look at it) and it just looked..warped and out of shape (sort of). The best part was Mum tried to lighten the whole situation and say, "Aiyah, how much can one sweater cost?"
I suppose when one earns less, one will treasure things a lot more. It felt very painful to me as I had not even started wearing the piece of clothing. She continued to say what's the big deal and that I could always buy it next month.
Helloo!!!! Knock-knock! I bought this for my Amsterdam trip and I am flying off at the end of this month. HOW TO BUY?????? So angry with her flipping remarks. The more she talked about the monetary bit, the angrier I got. The anger was not really there at first. It is after all $49.90. It is probably about 10 meals for a person and enough to feed a whole family.
Well, maybe I am anal too but a warped piece just would not look the same. It just makes me look frumpy and sloppy. Besides, I am not the slimmest or tallest of people. The increase in length and width would simply not flatter my figure (or what is left of it).
It did not help that Dad thought that I was the one to blame. He asked me why did I put it in the laundry basket in the first place, which I did not. Had to explain it all over again to him that it was very clearly put in my room.
After several painful screams in my own room, Mum finally came in to 'apologise'. This could take awhile but writing this is helping me get rid of the anger. Feeling better already and would just have to bear with it and wear it, I suppose. I am trying very hard not to get angry.
It was my fault. I should have just added, "Please do not wash it. I will do it myself".
It was too late. When I came home, I saw the nice off white with pink and grey argyle patterned sweater on a hanger, drying on a 'bamboo' pole. My heart froze. For one should never hang woollen stuff like that. The water is just going to weigh everything down and the clothing will go out of shape.
I tried to salvage it but I think it was too late. The collar looks warped and the whole thing looks out of shape, elongated. I tried to control my anger and wrote a nice note to Mum telling her what I have done (put the sweater on top of clean plastic sheets, on the floor. They do not say "lay flat" or "dry flat" for nothing. I told her that I was not angry and that I hope we would come to a better understanding next time.
It was no use though for after she came back and I explained to her, I had a closer look (for I really did not bear to really look at it) and it just looked..warped and out of shape (sort of). The best part was Mum tried to lighten the whole situation and say, "Aiyah, how much can one sweater cost?"
I suppose when one earns less, one will treasure things a lot more. It felt very painful to me as I had not even started wearing the piece of clothing. She continued to say what's the big deal and that I could always buy it next month.
Helloo!!!! Knock-knock! I bought this for my Amsterdam trip and I am flying off at the end of this month. HOW TO BUY?????? So angry with her flipping remarks. The more she talked about the monetary bit, the angrier I got. The anger was not really there at first. It is after all $49.90. It is probably about 10 meals for a person and enough to feed a whole family.
Well, maybe I am anal too but a warped piece just would not look the same. It just makes me look frumpy and sloppy. Besides, I am not the slimmest or tallest of people. The increase in length and width would simply not flatter my figure (or what is left of it).
It did not help that Dad thought that I was the one to blame. He asked me why did I put it in the laundry basket in the first place, which I did not. Had to explain it all over again to him that it was very clearly put in my room.
After several painful screams in my own room, Mum finally came in to 'apologise'. This could take awhile but writing this is helping me get rid of the anger. Feeling better already and would just have to bear with it and wear it, I suppose. I am trying very hard not to get angry.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Lovely day
Met up with some girlfriends to have tea and we ended up having such a nice, arty kind of afternoon. First stop: K.Ki at Ann Siang Hill. Quaint little place with nice environment and nice people. Here are some pics:
Then we went to this place called Stevie General Store. They sell second hand almost everything and they have got quite a nice selection of retro clothes. Not that cheap though but the owners are really nice.
The owners also sell a collection of second hand books, which they themselves have read and like. They were very humorous and so was their way of tagging their items. There was a bust of Bruce Lee which they labelled as "One of Ip Man's disciples". Thought it rather witty. Just that I cannot remember the rest.
We then hopped over to Books Actually which was diagonally across the road. This shop is now 3 stories high and if I wanted old typewriters and those toy baby grand pianos made in China, I would know where to buy them.
All in all, it was a lazy afternoon, spent with 3 ladies and rounded up with very good dinner at Spizza's.
The owners also sell a collection of second hand books, which they themselves have read and like. They were very humorous and so was their way of tagging their items. There was a bust of Bruce Lee which they labelled as "One of Ip Man's disciples". Thought it rather witty. Just that I cannot remember the rest.
We then hopped over to Books Actually which was diagonally across the road. This shop is now 3 stories high and if I wanted old typewriters and those toy baby grand pianos made in China, I would know where to buy them.
All in all, it was a lazy afternoon, spent with 3 ladies and rounded up with very good dinner at Spizza's.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
My resolution for this month
My resolution for this month is to not buy any clothes and/or shoes. Hopefully I can resist the temptation, especially from Uniqlo. I shall try to walk into shops less and stay at home more. I need to get used to owning what I have and not be too greedy.
Friday, April 10, 2009
On why I am so crazy
For those of you who are wondering why I am so crazy about Uniqlo, can read part of the reason through here.
Yes, the love affair started in Hong Kong some years back (maybe 2 or 3) when I chanced upon this shop inside the Miramar Shopping Mall. Every year after that (or whenever I do pass by Hong Kong) I will definitely drop by to stock up.
The other thing that caught my eye was this Gatchaman character that I had seen as a child. I went crazy when I first saw the image on its pamphlets. I used to watch the Taiwanese-dubbed Mandarin version. It brings back lots of memories.
Anyway, I am really, really, really happy that Uniqlo has finally landed on our shores and will be here to stay! Yippeee!
Yes, the love affair started in Hong Kong some years back (maybe 2 or 3) when I chanced upon this shop inside the Miramar Shopping Mall. Every year after that (or whenever I do pass by Hong Kong) I will definitely drop by to stock up.
The other thing that caught my eye was this Gatchaman character that I had seen as a child. I went crazy when I first saw the image on its pamphlets. I used to watch the Taiwanese-dubbed Mandarin version. It brings back lots of memories.
Anyway, I am really, really, really happy that Uniqlo has finally landed on our shores and will be here to stay! Yippeee!
Now I understand
Just hours before, I was queueing up at Uniqlo that has just opened its doors to the public at Tampines 1 today. From the night before its opening, I had already planned what I should wear and what I had wanted to buy (from the Internet catalogue).
I was in full Uniqlo gear: Boyfriend jeans and UT t-shirt. I even 'stole' the Today paper for the day as it had all the details of the store, opening hours etc. As I ate breakfast, I sms-ed one of my former colleagues and asked if she would be going. She said she was on night shift but was going to work early so that she could hop into the shop to look-see.
At 10 plus in the morning, sms comes in telling me that the place is super crowded and the queue was very long. I thought to myself, "Only cashier queue long, so why give up the chance?"
Sms comes in at about 4 plus that the place was still super crowded. Then, at about 5 plus, another sms comes in from yet another former colleague cum regular travel 'kaki' (loosely translated as friend in Malay). She told me that the queue was so super long that she had but given up. She was going to Dorothy Perkins instead.
Woah! This made me want to fly down there even more (instead of deterring me from going)!! At about 6.40pm, I sped away from my work place and went to pick up two of my other colleagues who decided last minute that they too wanted to come along.
By the time we reached the "Welcome to Tampines" part of the journey, it was almost 8. I was hungry but nevertheless, determined to get to my destination. The traffic jam started from Safra Tampines and I had to make a detour as I could not cut into the turning lane.
As I turned into Tampines Mall car park, yet another jam!!! I could kill the cars. Wished I was driving a monster truck then, so that I can roll over all the other cars. When we finally emerged at Basement 1 of Tampines Mall, we decided we had to eat something: Bread. We scooted in to Bread Talk: One chose the bread while the other two lined up at the counter. What time work!
By the time we reached Level 2 of Tampines 1, it was already quite late. I made a mad dash for Uniqlo only to be greeted by yet another queue!!! This queue went all the way back past the toilets, diaper change areas and into the staircase leading to the car park!!!
Yet, I felt really excited. There was a strange buzz and everyone else was talking at the same time. I wanted to just get in there and start shopping. I could just feel my hand itching to go through the different t-shirts.
Thank goodness we were a little earlier for shortly after us, they stopped the queue giving the reason that they would close at 10pm. Phew! Once inside, there was no stopping me of course. Seven pieces of clothing in all!
I kind of felt dizzy from all this fan-fare like actions. Now also understand why groupies can spend hours waiting for their favourite singers to appear for just that one or two seconds :)
I was in full Uniqlo gear: Boyfriend jeans and UT t-shirt. I even 'stole' the Today paper for the day as it had all the details of the store, opening hours etc. As I ate breakfast, I sms-ed one of my former colleagues and asked if she would be going. She said she was on night shift but was going to work early so that she could hop into the shop to look-see.
At 10 plus in the morning, sms comes in telling me that the place is super crowded and the queue was very long. I thought to myself, "Only cashier queue long, so why give up the chance?"
Sms comes in at about 4 plus that the place was still super crowded. Then, at about 5 plus, another sms comes in from yet another former colleague cum regular travel 'kaki' (loosely translated as friend in Malay). She told me that the queue was so super long that she had but given up. She was going to Dorothy Perkins instead.
Woah! This made me want to fly down there even more (instead of deterring me from going)!! At about 6.40pm, I sped away from my work place and went to pick up two of my other colleagues who decided last minute that they too wanted to come along.
By the time we reached the "Welcome to Tampines" part of the journey, it was almost 8. I was hungry but nevertheless, determined to get to my destination. The traffic jam started from Safra Tampines and I had to make a detour as I could not cut into the turning lane.
As I turned into Tampines Mall car park, yet another jam!!! I could kill the cars. Wished I was driving a monster truck then, so that I can roll over all the other cars. When we finally emerged at Basement 1 of Tampines Mall, we decided we had to eat something: Bread. We scooted in to Bread Talk: One chose the bread while the other two lined up at the counter. What time work!
By the time we reached Level 2 of Tampines 1, it was already quite late. I made a mad dash for Uniqlo only to be greeted by yet another queue!!! This queue went all the way back past the toilets, diaper change areas and into the staircase leading to the car park!!!
Yet, I felt really excited. There was a strange buzz and everyone else was talking at the same time. I wanted to just get in there and start shopping. I could just feel my hand itching to go through the different t-shirts.
Thank goodness we were a little earlier for shortly after us, they stopped the queue giving the reason that they would close at 10pm. Phew! Once inside, there was no stopping me of course. Seven pieces of clothing in all!
I kind of felt dizzy from all this fan-fare like actions. Now also understand why groupies can spend hours waiting for their favourite singers to appear for just that one or two seconds :)
Sunday, March 22, 2009
More retro finds
Recently bought a Lily Allen album and an album by this group called "The bird and the bee". The former because she had a very cute song called f*** you plus, it is British (as opposed to the American, Kathy Perry). The latter because I read the review on JUICE,which was good, and it had a very retro look to it.
Yes, I am into all things retro now. Actually mostly clothes and music. For music, after the Ting Tings, I am quite into those indie groups rather than the more commercial sorts. Not that Lilly Allen is not mainstream. I guess, the rhythm and melody must be right. Pretty much go for the feel.
The funny part was that I was spotting quite some similarities between these two albums when I found out that the producer for Lily Allen's album was Greg Kurstin, the other half of "The bird and the bee"!!
Well, I am in that phase now. :)
Yes, I am into all things retro now. Actually mostly clothes and music. For music, after the Ting Tings, I am quite into those indie groups rather than the more commercial sorts. Not that Lilly Allen is not mainstream. I guess, the rhythm and melody must be right. Pretty much go for the feel.
The funny part was that I was spotting quite some similarities between these two albums when I found out that the producer for Lily Allen's album was Greg Kurstin, the other half of "The bird and the bee"!!
Well, I am in that phase now. :)
Friday, March 6, 2009
Did you know?
Today, I chanced upon those branded goods sale at Suntec City. There were Levi's clothes and jeans and Liz Claiborne stuff. If I were not going into JB soon I would not even think twice about grabbing many pieces, but I restricted myself to two.
When I was paying for my stuff, this lady came up to ask the cashier what size is 6? Both of us replied that it is either a small or extra small. Then she asked another funny question as to why the pants was so big then.
Well, the next most natural thing that came out from both our mouths was that these were American sizes. I mean, what do you expect?? It is Liz Claiborne leh. She mumbled that the sizing seem strange.
Hee, then I told her that if she wanted to know whether it fits, to put the waist of the pants round her own neck. If it does go around with some allowance for some fingers, then she would be able to wear it.
She walked away and came back to ask whether this was true and the cashier totally agreed with me. She told me that that was the way she bought pants too. I had to reiterate that "the neck is equivalent to the waist".
She said, "Wow! I didn't know that!". Then went in search of more pants.
To me, this is a shopaholic must-know for what happens when there is a mega sale and there is a whole line of people waiting to go into the changing room? Measure with the neck of course!
When I was paying for my stuff, this lady came up to ask the cashier what size is 6? Both of us replied that it is either a small or extra small. Then she asked another funny question as to why the pants was so big then.
Well, the next most natural thing that came out from both our mouths was that these were American sizes. I mean, what do you expect?? It is Liz Claiborne leh. She mumbled that the sizing seem strange.
Hee, then I told her that if she wanted to know whether it fits, to put the waist of the pants round her own neck. If it does go around with some allowance for some fingers, then she would be able to wear it.
She walked away and came back to ask whether this was true and the cashier totally agreed with me. She told me that that was the way she bought pants too. I had to reiterate that "the neck is equivalent to the waist".
She said, "Wow! I didn't know that!". Then went in search of more pants.
To me, this is a shopaholic must-know for what happens when there is a mega sale and there is a whole line of people waiting to go into the changing room? Measure with the neck of course!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
But for the sake of one Cheong Sam
We had a pot luck party on Wednesday, 14th Jan. My Chinese colleague and I had to explain the different customs and practices of Chinese New Year. My boss also requested that we buy something like Cheong Sam to go with the occassion!!!
*Gasp* I have always hated that Cheong Sam shit, but the thought of buying new clothes just got me going. Went to Vivo City and there as a whole spat of Cheong Sam go-cart stalls but none, and I mean NONE I could fit into.
One of the stores even tauted that the cut was European cut but with only size M left, I could only put it on but not button up!! Aaaargh!!
Then came the shop called Utopia, which sold Nonya inspired modern pieces. Really went crazy!!! As I might I have said before, I consider myself half a Peranakan (Straits Chinese or Nonya) even though I am not. Bought I Cheong Sam made of batik and some. Smiled all my way home.
Had fun explaining and had fun eating all the goodies!! Now, must go do some workout and watch that waistline :P
*Gasp* I have always hated that Cheong Sam shit, but the thought of buying new clothes just got me going. Went to Vivo City and there as a whole spat of Cheong Sam go-cart stalls but none, and I mean NONE I could fit into.
One of the stores even tauted that the cut was European cut but with only size M left, I could only put it on but not button up!! Aaaargh!!
Then came the shop called Utopia, which sold Nonya inspired modern pieces. Really went crazy!!! As I might I have said before, I consider myself half a Peranakan (Straits Chinese or Nonya) even though I am not. Bought I Cheong Sam made of batik and some. Smiled all my way home.
Had fun explaining and had fun eating all the goodies!! Now, must go do some workout and watch that waistline :P
Thursday, January 1, 2009
I am RETRO-fitted
The last time I remembered buying second hand clothing was from the Co-op Shop in Australia. That must have been yonks and I still remember how excited I was to have paid $5 Aussie for a pair of Levi's, never mind the model (or rather five-0 what). To me, owning a pair of Levi's at that point of time was like owning a Gucci bag of sorts.
Fast forward to 2008 and we were just walking along the streets of Causeway Bay when the sharp eyes of one of my travel companions saw this interesting looking shop that was situated on the second floor.
To tell you the truth, I have never dared to venture onto second floors. I was brought up with this notion of suspension mixed with fear whenever we had to go up some narrow, old-looking staircases. Never walked up one of those in my many years of 'pilgrimage' to Hong Kong. Yeah! Go ahead. Call me a coward, but at least now I have tried.
Went up anyways and what a pleasant surprise! Lovely retro stuff that I could not get enough of. Some of them are originals but they also use different parts of two old clothes sewn into new ones! Never thought it was my style but I was able to find quite a number of stuff to suit myself and that suited me fine :)
Take a look at how pretty they are!
This particular piece uses old scarfs to make into a baby doll dress. I was so fascinated by the idea that I bought two pieces with two different scarf patterns. Each piece is different in that no two scarfs are the same.
I know you can't quite see this one but it is an old picture of a bridge somewhere. Perhaps I shall take a pic when I am wearing it. Would be clearer. I have another piece in the same pattern but different picture. It has men from a slightly different era standing around. The picture of that dress is in my camera, which I have yet to 'touch'. Will update this posting soon with complete pictures from camera.
Fast forward to 2008 and we were just walking along the streets of Causeway Bay when the sharp eyes of one of my travel companions saw this interesting looking shop that was situated on the second floor.
To tell you the truth, I have never dared to venture onto second floors. I was brought up with this notion of suspension mixed with fear whenever we had to go up some narrow, old-looking staircases. Never walked up one of those in my many years of 'pilgrimage' to Hong Kong. Yeah! Go ahead. Call me a coward, but at least now I have tried.
Went up anyways and what a pleasant surprise! Lovely retro stuff that I could not get enough of. Some of them are originals but they also use different parts of two old clothes sewn into new ones! Never thought it was my style but I was able to find quite a number of stuff to suit myself and that suited me fine :)
Take a look at how pretty they are!
This particular piece uses old scarfs to make into a baby doll dress. I was so fascinated by the idea that I bought two pieces with two different scarf patterns. Each piece is different in that no two scarfs are the same.
I know you can't quite see this one but it is an old picture of a bridge somewhere. Perhaps I shall take a pic when I am wearing it. Would be clearer. I have another piece in the same pattern but different picture. It has men from a slightly different era standing around. The picture of that dress is in my camera, which I have yet to 'touch'. Will update this posting soon with complete pictures from camera.
Uniqlo
This is how crazy I was with tights and leggings at Uniqlo.
This t-shirt showcases Katsutoshi Otsuka, better known as ToyField. Says on the card that comes with the t-shirt that he was "born in 1969 in Yokohama. He started working as a figure creator and a stuffed animal artist in 1995. He uses his unique style in which he combines resin and fur to create his works. He is active at events and special magazines in relation to teddy bears. He designed and created characters for the Omotesando's commercial facility in 2005 and for a TV channel in Fukoshima in 2007."
This one depicts this flower shop called Fuga in Tokyo. "A flower shop located on Gaien-nishi Dori in Aoyama, Tokyo. The shop is always filled with hundreds of high-grade flowers and plants from all over the world-like 3 dimensional botanical arts. Creators and people from overseas come in as the shop is known for their selection."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Bad service
My first personal bad experience with service happened on the second day at H&M, Central.
I was going on my second round of clothes trying and had to leave my basket at the counter, as it was their rule to do so. Fair enough.
As I was walking towards an empty cubicle though, I heard a crash. I turned around just in time to see the H&M staff throwing my basket unwillingly on the floor and walk towards my overspilled clothes to pick them up. She did not look at all apologetic and haphazardly put my clothes back into the basket.
I was not happy at all. I did not appreciate my to-be purchases being thrown about like that. I was most upset at the way she handled my clothes. What if there were sharp edges on the basket and it caused a run in my garments? Whatever it was, it was manners at its worst as she rolled her eyes and walked back to her counter as if nothing happened.
It spoilt my mood and I had half a mind to leave everything and not buy at all, but I eventually did as vanity got the better of me. In fact, it spoilt my mood for the rest of the morning (somewhat). If it were not for Tsui Wah Hong Kong Cafe's lunch of sliced fried beef with rice after that, I would have remained moody for the rest of the day.
I was going on my second round of clothes trying and had to leave my basket at the counter, as it was their rule to do so. Fair enough.
As I was walking towards an empty cubicle though, I heard a crash. I turned around just in time to see the H&M staff throwing my basket unwillingly on the floor and walk towards my overspilled clothes to pick them up. She did not look at all apologetic and haphazardly put my clothes back into the basket.
I was not happy at all. I did not appreciate my to-be purchases being thrown about like that. I was most upset at the way she handled my clothes. What if there were sharp edges on the basket and it caused a run in my garments? Whatever it was, it was manners at its worst as she rolled her eyes and walked back to her counter as if nothing happened.
It spoilt my mood and I had half a mind to leave everything and not buy at all, but I eventually did as vanity got the better of me. In fact, it spoilt my mood for the rest of the morning (somewhat). If it were not for Tsui Wah Hong Kong Cafe's lunch of sliced fried beef with rice after that, I would have remained moody for the rest of the day.
Lost twice...
... And I have not even left for Hong Kong yet!!!!!!!!!!
What did I lose? My jacket. Well, it was not so much lost but forgotten on both occasions.
Of all things, my Dad had asked me where my set of car keys were, just as I was putting on my Doc Marts boots!!! I was so pissed. I mean, talk about 'good' timing!!
Anyhow, I wanted to be a filial daughter and hopped with one-boot-leg (wore one side of the boot only) to get the key for him. Earlier on, I had already brought the jacket out from the room to the dinner room chair.
Off we went to the airport only to get a call from Mum 5 minutes away from the airport. "You forgot your jacket. You can turn back to get it. There is still time. It is up to you."
Shoot! I had wanted to be punctual and now, it just seemed so impossible. Worse still, Dad refused to take road directions from me and insisted that he was right, when he was actually wrong. We ended up making one big round in Tampines.
Then, after checking in, I could not withstand being hungry and we decided to eat at the Killiney Kopi Tiam at the Departure Hall. I put said jacket on the backrest of the chair and ate my toast with 2 almost hard boiled eggs.
We left in the Kopi Tiam in high spirits as we were all excited about the trip (at least I hope so). It was only when I nearly reached our boarding gate did I realise that my had was one item too light.
I walked and ran, ran and walked like I never did before. "Air wear" (Doctor Martens) was good. It was very bouncy, but flat-footed me just could not take the pain on my arch (sole of the foot) afterwards.
This jacket cannot be lost. It went through a whole Korea trip with me. There are many more adventures that I would like to take it on.
When I reached Killiney, there it was, 'sitting' there quietly and peacefully, waiting for its owner. Sigh, what a relief!
What did I lose? My jacket. Well, it was not so much lost but forgotten on both occasions.
Of all things, my Dad had asked me where my set of car keys were, just as I was putting on my Doc Marts boots!!! I was so pissed. I mean, talk about 'good' timing!!
Anyhow, I wanted to be a filial daughter and hopped with one-boot-leg (wore one side of the boot only) to get the key for him. Earlier on, I had already brought the jacket out from the room to the dinner room chair.
Off we went to the airport only to get a call from Mum 5 minutes away from the airport. "You forgot your jacket. You can turn back to get it. There is still time. It is up to you."
Shoot! I had wanted to be punctual and now, it just seemed so impossible. Worse still, Dad refused to take road directions from me and insisted that he was right, when he was actually wrong. We ended up making one big round in Tampines.
Then, after checking in, I could not withstand being hungry and we decided to eat at the Killiney Kopi Tiam at the Departure Hall. I put said jacket on the backrest of the chair and ate my toast with 2 almost hard boiled eggs.
We left in the Kopi Tiam in high spirits as we were all excited about the trip (at least I hope so). It was only when I nearly reached our boarding gate did I realise that my had was one item too light.
I walked and ran, ran and walked like I never did before. "Air wear" (Doctor Martens) was good. It was very bouncy, but flat-footed me just could not take the pain on my arch (sole of the foot) afterwards.
This jacket cannot be lost. It went through a whole Korea trip with me. There are many more adventures that I would like to take it on.
When I reached Killiney, there it was, 'sitting' there quietly and peacefully, waiting for its owner. Sigh, what a relief!
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