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dear mr & mrs bloggie….
I agree with the saying "you are what you eat". I also happen to think you are what you dress.
One such occasion which supports my theory (no one is allowed to gain their say here so shut up) came about in a cab.
A sweet taxi driver (Kheh ok fine, an oxymoron I admit; sweet and taxi driver DO NOT belong in the same sentence) had me a tad thrilled when he asked me how I plan to spend my holidays, or somewhere along that line.
Note: The kids in Singapore are enjoying their one week school break.
Now on most days, topics on taxi drivers would end with the infamous “the nerve!” but this time all I can say is “the glory!”
The man thought I was 15-16 years old! What have you, people have always told me I looked my age or older but well, mistook me for a secondary student, heck, have the cows finally come home?!
When he asked me about my occupation, my answer had him turning his head 180° so quickly it was unlucky I sat behind. He was surprised, shocked even but not because of my occupation occupation, but because he didn’t thought I’d be old enough to support myself. Awww, how cute he.
I was wearing a simple t-shirt with shorts (and funny come to think of it-heels) that day and he thought I was a kid on the way to meet my ‘babes’.
Ho well, he got himself a hefty tip I can tell you that much. *chuckles*
Right.( =P)
This morning I wore my hood jacket and slippers, very casual and gasp! minimal make-up for training. Before heading towards the train station, I went to the store first to get me a pack of sticks.
The nice-no-short-of-a-lovely woman asked me for my ID to verify my age. I know! It has been quite awhile since someone last bothered to check on my age when it comes to matters of “18 and above”. Do I rock my own socks or do I just rock?
*dances dandily in her secondary three cheerleading outfit and raffia poms-poms*
Such thrilling news has to be shared here so I plead to you, come share this merry sentiment with me. I simply can’t finish this can of Jolly Shandy alone. (Get it? Only teenagers drink this back then. Since we're on the topics of teens. It’s a joke. Haha?)
Never mind.
In conclusion, from this day forth, I shall wear hip and casual-casual clothes to feel young. (And with God’s will, I pray and I pray, that I may also LOOK younger).
You are certainly what you dress, I hereby conclude.
Right Madonna?
cinta
fasyalba
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