Whims

Ok I realise I haven’t updated my blog in a while and this is due to a variety of reasons, namely:

1. Bf is now too lazy to bring out his cam to take photos.
2. I am now deeply dissatisfied with the photos taken by my compact camera.
3. I have bad skin!!

Yah they all revolve around the lack of photos because I can’t blog without photos!! Proof as follows below.

Insert irrelevent photo to prove point.

As you can see my condition is pretty critical. Without photos there is no focal point and I don’t know what to write about anymore!

It’s not that things haven’t been happening. I have attended a no. of gatherings, cut my hair, had a life in general, but the moments of this life in question has not been captured by a camera therefore I don’t feel compelled to write about it.

Well I could write about how I’m planning to bathe maomao in about 10 minutes, after which I’m going to rush to Holland V to wax my upper lip and sideburns for the heck of it (not that I have ghastly sideburns but did you know that it was even possible!?), after which I am going to repair the bf’s earphones at some place in Queenstown, after which I’m going to dress up and make up for the bf’s dinner ceremony. BUSY BEE IS ME.

The dinner ceremony is going to be quite a fancy affair, by the sound of how the bf is describing it to me. It’s going to be a long table setup – which is kinda intimidating esp if I have to sit opp the bf. There’s also some happy hour component where people are supposed to walk around and make polite conversation while pretending not to be terrified… wait that’s just me.

I hope I’m not too awkward with the talking and mingling thingies later on hur hur. *nervous laugh* And I hope my dress won’t stick out like a sore thumb (as per bf’s instructions wtf).

RAMBLING IS SO LIBERATING WAHAHHAA.

Lor Sor Po specimen.

The title of this post, Lor Sor Po means longwinded woman in hokkien. I am currently feeling very irritated by one.

I periodically sell some stuff on eBay… most of the time it’s clothes/bags and other girly things, and while most people who buy them are nice and un-fussy, it really frustrates the shizz out of me when I encounter a Lor Sor Po.

These people are charactisized by their incessant retarded questions about the item for sale.

Omfg they just kill me. First, I have already stated all the bloody measurements, posted photos of the item, described the condition, etc. I dunno what they are trying to get out of asking me. A confession? That I lied on the listing page?

They can email up to 5 times a day asking things like,

“How is the cutting? Is it good?”

Do you honestly think I will say, “The cutting sucks which is why I’m selling it.”?

“The colour nice or not?”

That’s what the photo is for.

“Can u pass me the items at ____?”

Already said I don’t do meet ups. –_-“

“Do you have other designs for this?”

No, I am not a store. Which is actually quite obvious because I actually say that I got the item from a spree and it doesn’t fit me. Which part of that sounds like I’m doing a business? 

“Can u make the skirt shorter?”

No, I am not a seamstress. And wtf?

“Do u think it’s suitable for me?”

I am not your boyfriend/friend. Go ask him/her.

“Hi are u there? Pls reply me.” (within 2 hours of their previous email)

Arghhhhh.

“What to match with this top?”

Do I care?

Most of them are probably in their late teens or early 20s… but they shop like aunties at a fish market, prodding every fish and asking the monger “This one good not hah?”

Why do they seem to think that I’m their friend and would give them fashion advice and recommendations? Oh god. And wtf with the alteration requests!?!!?!? Seriously!?

Some people, aka the Mum, like to tell me that I’m very anal because I have to do some things a fixed way or I would feel super uncomfortable.

• Like how I need to arrange my wardrobe according to 1) Sleeve length, 2) Colour and 3) Shade/Print. I will know immediately if someone has rearranged my clothes, and which ones are out of place. I like how it’s super easy to see the overall scheme of my wardrobe and where I need to add/subtract pieces.

• I also abhor it when people rest their feet on my chair. It irritates me to no end as to why they can’t let me have my 60cm of personal space.

• I can’t stand my own typo errors on Twitter and I will delete a tweet and retweet it even if just a period was missing, or the first letter wasn’t capitalized.

The list (really) goes on. It’s ironic how irritated I am by all these given how messy my room is (because somehow I think that the first and most basic step of being OCD is being obsessively neat and clean; i’m so not).

Right now I’m tediously going through every post on this blog and rearranging the categories because it just doesn’t feel organized to me. Halfway through I felt pretty stupid, but I know that the uncomfortable feeling of the posts not being in place won’t just go away.

Urgh.