I need to explain the title I decided to use for this post. I’m not the person with the biggest self-esteem, but today I felt like “I don’t care what people think of me, I am who I am”. There’s nothing wrong about this connotation, I’m not like this psychiatric freak that goes around saying he’s absolutely different. Sure we’re all unique but you get the point. That’s the relation to the title; it actually felt kind of enjoyable to be in such a different mood.
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Si Haut Pourtant Si Bas
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C'est ce soir que j'aurais tant voulu être misérable
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I’m finally back at home after a very long day of walking around in a mall and intense shopping. I call it intense since I spent about 6 hours going from store to store. I’m not quite sure how many stores we went in but one thing’s for sure, my brother went into the store called West 49 at least 5 times. Like he’d buy something and then he’d just randomly want to buy more. And I was responsible to “supervise” him while he was doing his shopping; I didn’t mind. It was actually hilarious at one point where we got into the changing rooms and there was nobody to help us (the doors were locked). I sent my brother to get an employee to help him out. In the mean time I’m on MSN on my BlackBerry, talking to my cousin, when all of a sudden an employee comes in with my brother behind her and she opens him the door, gives me the clothing number restriction, and goes away. My brother then peeks out of the changing room and starts laughing. I really wondered why, and then he tells me that when he asked the employee to help him out he unwillingly said: “Can I get a room?” Let’s just say that the girl gave him quite a stare, but you really can’t blame her.
After a few hours of shopping everybody got on everybody’s nerves to a point where we all got hyper (when I say “everybody” and “we” I mean my brother and I). At a certain moment I was sitting down outside of a changing room, waiting for my mom to finish trying on clothing and my brother kept on ramming me with a shopping cart. It was SO annoying…and humiliating (but who gives…I’m immune). Like people kept on coming out of the changing room and seeing me half flat on the ground and half under a 40 lbs shopping cart. But we’re family…and that’s what we do, right?
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I’m finally back at home after a very long day of walking around in a mall and intense shopping. I call it intense since I spent about 6 hours going from store to store. I’m not quite sure how many stores we went in but one thing’s for sure, my brother went into the store called West 49 at least 5 times. Like he’d buy something and then he’d just randomly want to buy more. And I was responsible to “supervise” him while he was doing his shopping; I didn’t mind. It was actually hilarious at one point where we got into the changing rooms and there was nobody to help us (the doors were locked). I sent my brother to get an employee to help him out. In the mean time I’m on MSN on my BlackBerry, talking to my cousin, when all of a sudden an employee comes in with my brother behind her and she opens him the door, gives me the clothing number restriction, and goes away. My brother then peeks out of the changing room and starts laughing. I really wondered why, and then he tells me that when he asked the employee to help him out he unwillingly said: “Can I get a room?” Let’s just say that the girl gave him quite a stare, but you really can’t blame her.
After a few hours of shopping everybody got on everybody’s nerves to a point where we all got hyper (when I say “everybody” and “we” I mean my brother and I). At a certain moment I was sitting down outside of a changing room, waiting for my mom to finish trying on clothing and my brother kept on ramming me with a shopping cart. It was SO annoying…and humiliating (but who gives…I’m immune). Like people kept on coming out of the changing room and seeing me half flat on the ground and half under a 40 lbs shopping cart. But we’re family…and that’s what we do, right?
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Boo, I'm a Surprise - I
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Life as a dog, so much more easier
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I guess the day was profitable after all, very rainy, but profitable. In the end I got a pair of jeans, a shirt (not t-shirt…shirt as in formal) as well as a pair of shoes. I’m pretty satisfied with what I got, and I’m sure I’m going to wear it more than twice…since it’s for the funeral after all. I hate it how my mom kept on telling me that I couldn’t go to flashy with the colours since it was a ceremony to honour the dead…and not the living, but is it even possible with today’s fashion industry to find something neutral yet eye flattering. Maybe it’s just personal taste.
I just saw today that I have a follower on my blog! My very first! This sounds so pathetic…but you can’t blame me since I haven’t been talking about my blog a lot. It’s simply a treasure waiting to be discovered…I guess. I’m leaving now…I got more important things to get to. See ya…spread the word.
I guess the day was profitable after all, very rainy, but profitable. In the end I got a pair of jeans, a shirt (not t-shirt…shirt as in formal) as well as a pair of shoes. I’m pretty satisfied with what I got, and I’m sure I’m going to wear it more than twice…since it’s for the funeral after all. I hate it how my mom kept on telling me that I couldn’t go to flashy with the colours since it was a ceremony to honour the dead…and not the living, but is it even possible with today’s fashion industry to find something neutral yet eye flattering. Maybe it’s just personal taste.
I just saw today that I have a follower on my blog! My very first! This sounds so pathetic…but you can’t blame me since I haven’t been talking about my blog a lot. It’s simply a treasure waiting to be discovered…I guess. I’m leaving now…I got more important things to get to. See ya…spread the word.
The Daily Beat : Same Mistake - James Blunt
