The 15 days of Chinese new year is almost coming to an end. Which officially marks the end of the year end/year beginning festivities and madness. How was YOUR chinese new year?
My mother always has an issue with the shoes I wear (or rather, the lack of it. Recently, we have resolved this problem as am finally wearing proper closed toed shoes, not, crummy slippers-as coined by mom), as well as my clothes.
Most mornings would consist of me rummaging through the laundry basket full of unironed clothes asking my maid "erm...where's my black top?"
To which she always says "Aiyah..I just washed, not ironed yet."
I will just grab the damn thing and wear it anyway.
So, to avoid the usual "Is THAT what you're wearing?!" on the first day of chinese new year, the eve saw me squeezing with the other last minute CNY clothing shoppers. I walked into FCUK, basically shops that stock XXXL and sizes bigger than a 10, and picked out the brightest, loudest most gaudy piece of work to grace the racks. Feeling utterly content with the fact that quite simply, I looked like a giant ang pow wrapped with fairy lights, I could then proceed on with the rest of my life.
No complains from my mother about the top. Jo, Samantha and Lindy. My favourite Lo girls!
This year was made more interesting with the arrival of little baby cousin Ruben. Ok. I hate children. Everyone who knows me knows this. But Ruben..wah..this kid is special man! Either that or my LET's ALL HATE CHILDREN resolve is finally waivering. So the mini celebrity had a field day, in which adults were reduced to making strange gurgling sounds, sticking fingers up their noses and playing face hide and seek behind napkins.
Ruben! I love ruben! We all love Ruben!
My mother always has an issue with the shoes I wear (or rather, the lack of it. Recently, we have resolved this problem as am finally wearing proper closed toed shoes, not, crummy slippers-as coined by mom), as well as my clothes.
Most mornings would consist of me rummaging through the laundry basket full of unironed clothes asking my maid "erm...where's my black top?"
To which she always says "Aiyah..I just washed, not ironed yet."
I will just grab the damn thing and wear it anyway.
So, to avoid the usual "Is THAT what you're wearing?!" on the first day of chinese new year, the eve saw me squeezing with the other last minute CNY clothing shoppers. I walked into FCUK, basically shops that stock XXXL and sizes bigger than a 10, and picked out the brightest, loudest most gaudy piece of work to grace the racks. Feeling utterly content with the fact that quite simply, I looked like a giant ang pow wrapped with fairy lights, I could then proceed on with the rest of my life.
No complains from my mother about the top. Jo, Samantha and Lindy. My favourite Lo girls!
This year was made more interesting with the arrival of little baby cousin Ruben. Ok. I hate children. Everyone who knows me knows this. But Ruben..wah..this kid is special man! Either that or my LET's ALL HATE CHILDREN resolve is finally waivering. So the mini celebrity had a field day, in which adults were reduced to making strange gurgling sounds, sticking fingers up their noses and playing face hide and seek behind napkins.
Ruben! I love ruben! We all love Ruben!