happy 600th post ol blog.I couldn't hear the clothes calling my name, I just, couldn't feel the need to shop. it sucks, when you're loaded and ready but nothing attracts you. I ended up being some guy fashionist, whatever you see
ming hoe, shak and jordan wear tonight, would be the tiny influences I had on them. and let me just tell you this, shopping with sher rin and jordan, is
CRAZY. come to think of it, crazy is far from how they shop. I have to run to the ATM to withdraw cash for jordan, and S-R has a piece of A4 sized paper with her dads signature all over it because she was learning how to sign. SHIT, and I thought parents had control on their credit cards. no big deal.
I bought something anyway. I'm QUITE satisfied with it, but I'mnot sure if its FORMAL, Dressy, Clubber like, casual, semi-formal or what . . I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE anymore. its frustrating, but hell, i'll just go with whatever I have la.
p.s : I hate having no camera.
after so many outings, I still didn't manage to have a quick stop at Racks. damn I miss pool.
