There's nothing to buy at the mall!
Right. I got up at around 2:30PM this afternoon hoping I'd go to the cardiologist early to talk to him/her about the results of my ECG test.
As usual, we left the house really late, like at 5:30PM because it took us (me and my 2 younger sisters) ages to get ready. We arrived at the clinic at 6:10 and the cardiologist left already. I picked up the paperwork instead and I've set an appointment to come back tomorrow.
Rather than bumming around, I tried to call my stylist at Franck Provost hoping I'd get a free slot to get my hair done. But alas, it was their Christmas party today and they're all off duty.
Since the clinic is located in the mall, why not do some shopping?
I swear to god, shopping was the last thing on my mind today considering I have far more serious problems, i.e. I'm not feeling good about my chest recently, I'm so swamped with work and I still haven't prepared my outfits for our little Christmas holiday.
But I've got no choice. My masochistic Amex card was
screaming at me. From the inner corners of my
Vuitton wallet to the walls of my Hermes handbag,
this 3-inch piece of plastic was begging to be
raped and swiped between the smooth, metal
cracks of a credit card terminal, until it spurts out
the sweet, orgasmic-like receipt of a successful
transaction.
I didn't buy a lot. There's nothing exciting at this mall. No designer labels, just cheap, commercial trash catered for the masses.
What did I buy?
Some vitamin C from GNC, 2 belts and a pair of sweatpants from Top Shop, some Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil, Anthony Logistics after sun cream, a couple of mini cakes at Bizu Patisserie and 2 Lacoste extra small, fitted polo shirts in plain white and sky blue.
I know, I know. Don't laugh now. I'm not really the type of person who wears Lacoste. I only wear them whenever I go to the country club. In fact, I used to hate Lacoste with a deep passion. Why? Because Lacoste is soo burger flipper uniform. Look at McDonald's, Burger King, whatever and take note of the polo shirts they wear, especially the ones who are from the lower order (cashier).
And then you've got the black Lacoste polo shirts. They look like Starbucks Barista people uniform. Why would I want to wear clothes that would make me look like a cafe barista? Black polo shirts are so off-duty office-y. It's sooo corporate American.
God I've got this horrible mental picture now. Think of those tacky 30-50 year old American corporate slave functions where everyone wears black polo shirts with the corporate logo embroidered on em. It's sooo cheesy. It's sooo conferencey. Yuk!
Anyway, I bought 2 extra small polo shirts cause I'm planning to dress like a proper chav soon. We don't have Hackett where I live so I'll settle for Lacoste. I'll definitely post some photos.
More to follow. Ta ta for now.
