I shall hereby declare I am one such.

For the past week, I had commited all the worst fashion sins, ever!

Anyway, I got the shock of my life when I woke up to find my lips a ghostly shade of purple and chapped.

I must get my chapstick the moment I hit town.

I wasn’t quite in the mood to dress up for Christmas, and imagine how I had spent Christmas’ Eve at a party(in which Denise Keller was there too) in a bland singlet, jeans, sneakers(the horror!), and are you ready for this, in glasses and makeupless.

-GASP IN HORROR-

Yet, on Christmas day when we were supposed to hole up at someone’s place, I was in a skirt, cos I thought it would be airy. Muahahaha.

Hurhurhur, I shan’t mention how on boxing day, I went to Orchard, yes, a planned trip, in my home shorts, tee(gee! Not even a spaghetti top!), flip flops, makeupless and in glasses.

I shan’t mention how the home shorts were threatening to slide down since it’s a pair of draw string one.

The look on Peining’s face was priceless when I called out to her, when I saw her on an escalator.

Her boyfriend was with her, and I said hi.

I asked if he remembered me, cos we had met in Attica once.

I spotted the slight shock in him.

Peining couldn’t stop repeating how ‘Oh my, you’ve changed!’.

Uhm.

Alright.

I wore a turtle-neck top in Singapore just the other day, when there’s no winter here.

I shall not mention how I am actually wearing a skirt right now, dressed in my taitai ensemble of black, bling-blings in the form of silvery watch and rings, and strappy heels.

Oh, and a Gucci bag in tow(well, I need more storage space today to ferry my book around, ya see?).

Throw in a beige wooven shawl.

Face tainted by war-paint.

Woo.

Sounds good?

Wait till you see the bright yellow, Rossi helmet in my hand as I sashay onto the MRT, screaming for the awkward attention.

Please pretend you don’t know me, or else I might raise my helmet and smash it across your face cos I am secretly hoping no one would give an extra glance just because of the odd combination.

As if I care, cos all I am bothered about is getting a free ride from Ali, my chauffeur for the day.

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Nick was supposed to give me a ride to Roy’s place later tonight but he has a company dinner.

My search for a savior took form when I realised Brian is in town too.

Phew.

Or else how the hell am I supposed to find the God-knows-where place Roy is staying.

So, I messaged Nick to tell him, Hey Ahmad! It’s okay, I found Ali, and I could go there earlier with the cake.

I don’t know from where, he said, Moh-ahmad-ali.

Then I recall that the only other person in the group who had pillioned me before, is actually Harry.

So he shall be Moh, I joked.

But hey, Harry’s nickname is Maomao, so now, it’s Mao-Ahmad-Ali.

So lame, I know.

That’s what happens when you hang out too much with Mao, Ahmad and Ali.