Today was Tiff day again :D!

We went for Xiao long baos, which i will not post pictures of because you'll get jealous and want to stone me.

Let me tell you a funny story.

After lunch, Tiff and i went to Heeren because my mother cracked and gave me $30 to spend on a pair of slippers.




*recklessly throws coke can on floor*




It seems my question of choice lately has been, "Do you have a pair havainas?" and then i will pronounce it wrongly for like two times and resume with my interrogation.

You see, dear old cheapo slippers of mine are dying. They have lost their groove.

Hahahaha! Do you get it :D:D. Lost their "groove"?? The thing on the bottom of the slippers that ironically makes them less slippery? Hahahaha!!

Anyway! My brother was like "Blahblah get a pair of havainas.." I bet i'm even spelling it wrong. No offence against the brand or the people who wear it of course. I'm just socially retarded.

So i thought, you know Michelle you might as well invest in a pair.

But i ended up not getting them instead. I'll probably just continue wearing my old ones until i slip on a puddle and twitch. Or maybe i'll just slip on dry concrete. Its possible.

WAIT. Ok. This isn't even the funny story. What is this Michelle. Shut up.






Alright!

So Tiff and i entered this shop called 37 degrees at Heeren. We were looking along the sales rack and saw these dresses selling for $11.90 and both decided to try them on.

I went into the dressing room and closed the door behind me.




And it never opened again.




No ok i'm exagerrating. Point of it is, it didn't open when i tried to open it.

I'm serious here.

So i fiddled with the door. I tried pulling! I tried yanking! I tried jiggling the stupid lock!





TO NO AVAIL.






That was it. Locked in a fitting room. I was going to die.

No i'm exaggerating again. Hahaha sorry ok i'll get on with this.

I tried calling Tiff twice but i think she was still trying the dress on, so i gave up and sat crossed legged on the floor.


I surveyed my surroundings.







Ignored the nice notes.

("Please hang your clothing not your bag")

And basically. Chilled.



Then Tiff called me back and asked me where i was!

I told her of my predicament.

It was quite odd hearing her tell the sales lady "Er, she can't come out" through the metal but i dealt with it.

There were poundings on the door as she tried to force it open.

I was like, "My hero!" in my head.

Until i realised that the hero in question was super ticked off at me.

I mean. Ok. So it is my fault because i did ask Tiff to take a picture of this to commemerate this otherwise quite funny little event..

You know. See my point of view here! Its not everyday you get locked inside a fitting room!


But after mysteriously growing a better sense of judgement we opted for running away instead.






And needless to say, Miss Hero did not greet me when i left.


Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)








Oh hey! And i am in no way dissing the shop of course, or saying that it has bad service. In case this turns out to be bad publicity and involves me being sucked into a web of lies and law suits.


Come on. I still want to take my O levels next year you know.











Wow. I think thats the funniest thing i've said all day.

Do you know that feeling?

That like, washed over i feel like i'm 5 and lying face down on the floor under a table kind of fufilling feeling?

Right, maybe that wasn't the best way to describe my pseudo "fufillment".

Strangely though, thats exactly how it feels to me.

I mean, not that i felt a sense of accomplishment hiding under a table or anything. Or that it was something i did ever since i was young and so has this unimaginable significant impact on me.

Its just, you know. Well i'm not sure what i'm talking about in all honesty. Wait, why am i even defending myself? I'm going to stop now. So no more of this inner conflict with myself. Semi inner.

That didn't make sense again.

You know what? I'm going to shut up now.

Actually that did make sense.

I- i'm not just going to say anything. If i do, this will go on forever. Trust me. I know Michelle. And when Michelle rambles, she rambles. I'm telling you the girl acts like its the end of the world or something. Look, i'm doing it again. And its not even on purpose! I swear, cross my heart and swe-

No wait i'm not going to do that. I'm going to live long and annoy the heck out of you. Whoever you may be.

So shucks to you.

I love how i'm always so pleasant and approachable. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Oh no, i just had one of those ephiphany/ reflective moments again.

Want to know what it is?

Well fine i suppose i'll tell you. Whoever you may be again. Wow i'm spilling contents about my thoughts and life to people on the internet (if there really are any) my dad will be so proud.

And all those sentences just started with "W" 's!! Whoop! Wong starts with a W. "W" is a good letter to start a sentence with. But "M" is not bad too.

I bet you're thinking like, "Whoa (i'm sorry i had to), Michelle you've been blogging for quite a while now and this suddenly just hit you? That you post and publish what happens in your life for people to read or skim over and laugh at? Wonderful. I've just wasted 2 minutes of my life reading some idiots blog. Chicken backside."

I quote Xinxuan :). She's so funny that girl. I think i love her..!

Sorry. I'm straying here.

I don't know. I guess it just makes me think (this happens). Like, ok how do i explain this.

You're walking. And then you get knocked down by a car.

I suppose that analogy has been used quite a bit before. So i'm hoping you will understand.

I find me really strange today. Don't you? I'm writing like i'm talking to my friend.

Are you my friend?

Yeah i know i know. Michelle weird reflective pseudo emo (i always disliked that word for some reason) persona today. Blahblahblahblahblah..





OMG MAYBE ITS PMS.






Hey no! Wait! I was just kidding! Heh heh heh. I'm serious. I'm really serious! Hey where are you going?! Whaaat is this. Loser.



Ok i'm like, this *makes hand action* close to admitting that i bipolar. Which i'm using in the wrong context. Yes.

But i'm afraid i have to dissapoint and possibly, scare you. I am not bipolar and neither do i have spilt personalities though that seems very plausible.

In fact. Truth is.






I'm Santa.






HAHAHAHAHAA. Okok fine i'm not. Sorry. I couldn't help it. I'm so mean today, i'm so sorry. I don't know whats wrong with me.

I believe i've said that before haven't i.

This is getting pointless and repetitive.

I'm really going out of point. This was suppsoed to be REFLECTIVE Michelle. Dang it. Can't you do anything right.

Anyway so back to what i was talking about way up there in the first paragraph, if you had actually read this far.

Why do i feel a sense of contentment?

Have you gotten a boyfriend! Lost weight! OMG DID YOU GROW TALLER.

!?!

Actually, its none of those. Not that i want a boyfrined by the way, i have to point that out. But its just nice to whine sometimes. Hard to explain again.

This isn't a very nice post to read.

Oh geesh i'm doing it again. The rambling. I really have to learn to like, FOCUS. You know like the second topic in sec 4 about the Locus? Focus on the Locus!

Draw a circle around center M.

And wash over i feel like i'm 5 and lying face down on the floor under a table.






I learnt the mole concept today.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia" :)

It was a cold, blustery, thursday afternoon.

Pooh Bear moment.

And i would be manly.

Working long, and hard,

While Tiff would pour me tea.

All in all though. It was a pretty safe neighbourhood.

But like they always say. No neighbourhood is ever safe enough. (Wait, do they say this? Interesting.)

Because little did i know that only moments later, she would catch me having an affair..!!









I was shocked!

I wanted to kill myself!

TIFF WANTED ME TO KILL MYSELF.

She even made people queue to watch me die.

"Do it." She said.

I played dumb.

"Do what?????"

"Do it."

"...fine."

As she gave me that last, ruthless, look

I swear (if i could) my life flashed before my eyes.

To the date.. the wonderful food.. and the quirky bargain items that i had seen along the way.

Though, most important of all. I remembered the "we're in JB!" atmosphere, of the whimsical gigantic warehouse;

Where the love story first, began.

Michelle went "Hey macadamia", "This is a long post" and "Wow. I'm awkward in front of a camera." :)

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