Friday, February 16, 2007
11:33 pm
it is now official.
i hate Bugis Street. dislike. despise. loathe. abhor. detest. all the beautifully negative and degrading adjectives ever created and in addition, those not-yet-discovered.
I CONDEMN IT NOW ONCE AND FOR ALL!!
ROAR!
got dragged out by ky to scout for a new top for her chinese new year clothes in- of all places-
BUGIS STREET.
i have honestly never been as severely manhandled ever since my entrance into this world some eighteen years ago as i have today.
let's first ignore the fact that we had to wait for TWO traffic lights before we could finally get to the either sides of the road.
oh, the crowd! adult, child, student, bimbos, himbos, biatch wannabes, haggle-rush-maddened middle-aged women, bored male companions (tagalongs? carrier-slaves?) of all shapes and sizes..
oh, the smells! cigarette, insane mix of food fragrance thus-turned-sour, bodily odour, stagnant air due to poor circulation, strange engulfing scent of waiting-to-be-purchased garments (new or previously stashed in storage for heaven knows how long i do not wish to ponder)..
oh, the shops! or was it more appropriate to call them "showcase areas"? for i cannot seem to decide on whether it was that there were too many items in one shop, or that the shop was miniscule to begin with and made everything seemed cramped, or.. perhaps it was both?
oh, the clothes! i am seriously concerned about the path fashion (as people like to think of it) is currently taking. the deranged onslaught of bizarre designs, cuttings, excessive use of lace and frills, not to mention rabid succussion at which the different colours attack an already energy-depleted yours truly.. oh, the horror!
oh, and the shopkeepers! they are a force to be reckoned with! ky mentioned that one lady had automatically lowered the price continuously to almost half it's original to get her to buy the blouse. and we were sure the supervisor at FoxWomen is a transvestite.
ah, do not get me started on the power of being in a group larger than thirty people. it doth compel one to do unthinkable acts of compulsively stepping on others' sandals (or high heels and maybe sneakers, in my case today), immobolising individuals within the sea of stagnantly moving bodies, or sweeping said individual left right in out and away from accompanying friend.
in this case, i am definitely (for once) glad for being less well-endowed.
imagine the trauma of having large women with their humongously grown (or maybe synthetically installed?) upper and lower feminine bits (or blocks, in this case) shoving quite forcibly against- or worse- into you.
yes, it is a much easier way to create an open path for yourself but really, the mental health of half the population in singapore- who had somehow managed to congregate in the narrow crooked paths of the old street- are at perilous stake.
keep your fleshy appendages to yourself, women!
nevertheless, ky and i survived the cutthroat frenzy of the pre-chinese-new-year shopping rush and managed to rest our battered feet and stamina at mos burger for some "refuelling" after she bought a green spaghetti-strapped top at FoxWomen (hence aforementioned "transformed" presently female supervisor).
luckily enough, we made it onto the bus half an hour later before it started to rain.
after today's events, one quote from Oscar Wilde had never made more sense.
And, after all, what is a fashion? From the artistic point of view, it is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
people are conveniently snatching things up from years back- hell, centuries ago, even- and restoring them as "fashion" (with a french accent, i insist!) to exploit its monetary benefits.
even sleepwear can be passed off as a fashion phase!
what is with you people?! *insert jerry seinfeld intonation*
great. wonderful. let me now applause to that blister now lodged on the outer of my right pinky toe.
*whoops with dripping sarcasm*
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