I made an observation while going across the Petaling Street stretch. The recession was obviously nigh.
The marketplace was almost empty (except for a few people, mostly tourists, walking past) and business was so bad that vendors were trying their very best to woo people who came to their stalls (but to no avail).
Over there, I just bought a few tees. I was scouting for a pink pair of shoes but I couldn’t find any. Most of the designs were cheesy or bulky, and whenever there was a perfect shoe, they didn’t have it in my size (I wear size 8 shoes – continental size 42, if I’m not mistaken). Dejected, we left.
Then we saw a supermarket nearby. Uda Ocean. Time for some bargain hunting, we thought. Narin and I browsed all the shirts, but few were of my taste. And to my horror, the perfect shirts – those which I liked – were either too thin or too small ! There was one tee – it was white, it had a brown overcoat and the words “Paris, ville lumière” on it along with a few phrases in (grammatically correct) French – that really caught my attention (and defined me rather well) but the fabric was just too thin.
And this shirt – I wanted it, goddamn it ! Turned out to be too small, and they didn't have it in bigger sizes. It’s Narin’s now.
Gah, this night has been too depressing. I need something to lift my spirits up. All the same, I thank him for taking us out.
In case you’re all wondering what my taste is when I buy tees, note : I buy tees in shades which are striking and eye-catching (lime green is an example). I hate pastel shades and unflattering shades, and I hate pinstripes even more. I loathe expanded chest regions – they make me look fat. If there is a shirt with horizontal stripes, it has to be body-hugging (or else it’ll make me look fatter than ever). I like designs which go well with the main colour of the tee, and which are not too glittery or cheesy. And because I have too many pink shirts in my closet, I’m searching for other shades.
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