Dear Readers,
Being a bag lady
On Thursday, I basically rolled out of bed and went to work. Quite literally. No wait, let me emphasise the extreme hidden faux pas in that sentence. I rolled out of bed, and DIDN’T CHOOSE NICE CLOTHES to wear to work. I basically wore my black gym leggings and a black ‘long’-butterfly-cut tshirt. I scrunched up my hair in a bun and wore my brown pokka dot hairband..makeup-less and went to work.
Which is totally fine, especially when I work in a family business, and I don’t get expose to many non-family members. But the problem came when I unexpectedly had to go to the bank, and go grocery shopping. And I thought to myself, “Omg…i’m the bag lady!” The last time I pulled a similar faux-pas was 2 years ago in Singapore, where I didn’t care what I was wearing, wore my red jogging pants, a t-shirt and a jean jacket to class. Denise was so shocked, she said, “omg, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! You look like a nanny!”
haha, so on Thursday, I did it again. Which, sometimes I feel there is some liberation in thinking, “who cares! As long as I’m comfortable with myself I’m feeling great!” Or, “Screw what the fashionistas say! I’m wearing my leggings out!” But at the same time, I feel hideous ugly, and I think to myself, why oh why did I wear this out.
I’ll always remember this quiz from Seventeen Magazine, where they asked,
“Which is the best time to put on makeup? is it..
A. When you are on a date at an amusement park with that special friend of yours?…or
B. When you are walking your dog?…or..
C. When you know you are going to bump into your current crush?
The answer, dear ladies and gents, is letter B.
i.e., whenever wherever you go out, you must look fabulous because you never know who you can bump into.
So thus, my defiance on style ( and common sense), really was a huge shaft to this whole “2009-is-the-year-I’m-going-to-date” theme. Which, by the way, is going nowhere. Partially because, I’m apparently suppose to find someone with similar values, similar tastes? And if I like being at home, and not going out. Then he also likes being home and not going out. So we are both at our separate homes. And we’ll never meet! Fantastic!
Anyways back to being a bag lady, Thursday really reminded me of my mom’s best friend, Aunt Lily. I don’t want to be Aunt Lily (typically homemaker, who puts everyone before herself, wears her husbands clothes, and ties her hair up in a very retro high pony..hmm..pony-bun.) Argh! Really scary. Will make an effort to never have a bag lady episode again.
The Power of Suggestion
On another note, yesterday morning, I got up, washed my face, and as usual, draped my towel over my full length mirror. Walked away, and the mirror FELL TO THE GROUND, SMASHING INTO MILLIONS OF PIECES. and I was so shocked. Upset and shocked. But as if in some form of denial, I just closed my bedroom door; went downstairs to eat my breakfast, then baked Ma Lai Goh (Chinese steam cake). Only 1 hour later, I walked upstairs with the vacuum cleaner, picked up all the big pieces, hid the mirror from sight, and now all those pieces are hiding underneath my bedside table. I’m hoping to throw it away when nobody is looking.
And as I was cleaning up my mess, I really feel that people like me, we shouldn’t be given expensive full length mirrors. We should be given those sticker mirrors, just like what Barbie gets. Sure, the image is a bit distorted, but it is around there, and I’d be able to get a rough idea of how my outfit looks like. *sigh*
Clumsies like me, we aren’t allowed full length mirrors, nor are we allowed FRAMELESS GLASSES (I broke my pair again last month.) I guess we are doomed to wear those hideous ugly thick rimmed plastic glasses, extremely ugly, but extremely durable. 😦 Boo.
And you know how they say, if you break a mirror, you’ll have SEVEN years of bad luck? Forget that! I broke a mirror and I’m not going to have any bad luck because of it! The power of suggestion is so strong, maybe that’s why that superstition lasted so long. Because, If I break a mirror, and the whole day I carry on like, “omg, I broke a mirror, I’m going to have bad luck” Then I would just be carrying a huge “GIVE ME BAD LUCK!!” energy, and then of course I would get bad luck. (naturally.)
The power of suggestion is killer strong. The other day I was asked to give a tarot reading for a friend. And he is going to start school, worried about his new life, in a new country, new environment. And I have to say, all cards were reversed (not a good). So what I did, was turn the cards over, kinda read the meaning of each card, but put my Stacy-positive-spin on things, and basically said everything he wanted to hear.
I felt like a Thai-fortune teller. It is such an easy profession. Just look into your customers big yearning eyes and guess what things would make them happy, tell them, do all this hoola-hoola nonsense speak and ta da! You get a big tip!
So I basically told him,
Re: Academics: “School will be difficult, but if you work very hard, it will pay off, so remember when exams are hard, or your assignments are tough, JUST DO IT, put all your energy into it, and you will get rewards later.”
Re: Love “Maybe you’ll meet someone in school, but you will also be studying really hard so not sure if you have time for her, but maybe she is your classmate” (CLASSIC)
Re: Life in General “You are going through a lot of changes now, but you are strong, and will survive”
So cheers to positivity! I hope that that set him in the right direction. Hee hee, I feel so naughty, but at the same time, he has to think positive so that he can make his new life positive.
Maybe I should make a part-time career as a fortune teller in this case, any one up for a reading?
Stacy
My Life in Bangkok 