tangs but no thanks

orchard road: a place that i had sadly not ventured to in about a month, even though it's only a fifteen-minute train ride away. this hiatus was a culmination of a few factors. my friends were too busy with exams, or had no money to go out (what bull), or in a specific case, has a girlfriend but can't manage his time well enough (loser!). i decided to break my orchard road exile yesterday. and guess who i did it with? my brother. when all else fails, there's always him for company. haha!

obviously, i noticed the changes in orchard. far east shopping centre had an extra extension, but i was hardly interested. in fact, i don't think anyone would be interested. not unless you're an ah lian in your mid-teens, still confused about whether to snog a butch or that 'cute' sylvester sim look-a-like at the back of the classroom, and listening to jay chou and the works. sigh, they are a pitiful bunch.

tangs' playlab threw up the most pleasant surprises. darren quickly proclaimed it his 'favourite place in orchard'. i couldn't agree more. the entire level is decked with vicious threads, litreally, ranging from affordable chic Pony to stylish chic FCUK and grunge chic G-Star. and the oh-so-obscure-super-expensive brands further behind that are too flamboyant for me.

darren put on his favourite retro pony sweater. coupled with his retro tee and faded jeans, he looked liked he stepped outta the 70s show. too bad the 2000-ish playlab background gave him away.

i put it on and it looked great (of course, only because i make it look smashing). quickly, i snapped into my fantastic four persona. i was gonna rip off the sweater and jump into action against the big-haired auntie who terrorises shoppers with her chanel-28 stink bombs.

this simple clean-cut pair of puma slip-ons knocked the wind outta me. i was blown away by it. i made a mental note of it. no, i was definitely not buying it there and then. the great singapore sale is around the corner and i'm making shopping plans just in case my sugar mommy doesn't appear in my life after all. by the way, you don't exactly have to be a mommy or an aunty or a granny. heck, you can be younger than me. you just have to be a cash-rich female. no transsexuals please. enough said.

at takashimaya zara, i spotted a denim blazer that wasn't to thick. it was comfortable actually. but then, i looked into the mirror and realised: DENIM OVERKILL! next please...