Isn't Faline just so lovely? Aww.

Hmm. Ranting.

I NEED TO GO SHOPPING. I'm not the kind of bimbo who "cannot live without shopping" and categorise "shopping" as a sport and even call it a therapy.

But damn, I haven't spent money, really spent money on clothes, shoes and bags for so long I reckon I do need some "retail therapy" after all.

Besides, I'm sick of getting hand-me-downs from my aunt. She's the kind to brandish the visa first and ask questions later.

Except...

The clothes are either too young or too old.

Why the age gap, man? Nobody really bothers to design clothes for outcasts already.

I'm better off wearing AMAH-ni. Clothes manufactured by my grandmother.

And the shoes. Do they spare a thought for people with broad, stumpy feet? They'd never thought they should even design shoes for elephants. I feel like hacking off my big toe to fit into a nice shoe.

Of course, it's not worth it. I don't wish to be sidelined to disgusting, big, gaudy, ugly and POPULAR crocs.

My favourite pumps have started yawning. My converses are nice but looks weird with some parts of my wardrobe. My parents are trying to ban me from wearing my three-inch platforms and my 1 1/2-inch heels.

What am I left with? Nothing much unless you count the converses.

I need some variety.

Why?

I'm VAIN. Fussy vainpot who throws a hissy fit when I look too wrong to step out of the house.

Yippee, you lucky bastards just saw the bimbotic side of me.

IiE sHo cUteX wOrRrS~!

*puke*