But oh well, you're here, you might as well.
We shall begin with the SNAFU section.
The day before I was delirious. And not in the good way. In the bad way. If you'd like to know more about the SNAFU section, it's in the previous post.
SNAFU tided over with Option (1), though there was still a brief scar of the incident which is faintly visible under strong lighting with fussy nitpicking eyes (like mine).
So with SNAFU aside, I enlisted the help of my mother in going... shopping.
We went to Marina Square, where, to my horror, I had no idea where the shop was.
So I called Yi Yun, the first of the two people I knew who knew where the shop was.
"Please hold while we connect your call. *super spy type music plays*
"At the tone, please record your message. *beep*"
This happened about two or three times, so I gave up and called Shernice.
Whose phone was also somehow unable to receive any of the calls I made.
I panicked. Well, almost, but then we went to see shoes.
Shoes are curious things. When you see the perfect design, the colour and/or size is wrong. When you see the perfect colour, the size and/or design is wrong. When you see the perfect size, the design and/or colour is wrong.
There were these really pretty pink ballet type shoes, the soft flexible type that five-year-olds use in ballet (I should know, I used to be one of them.) which were terribly cute... but didn't come in my size. (At least that's what the salesgirl said - she was on the phone. Oh well.)
Then there were the white ballet flats which were quite nice. But they didn't come in half sizes, and if I got a 37 it would be tight at the heels,and if I got a 38 it would be loose at the sides. And they were expensiveeeeeeee (-er than the shoes I would eventually buy. And that's saying something.)
There was an obscene number of very awesome ballet flats that only came in silver or black. I can understand black, but if anyone knows why silver footwear is in fashion now, tell me. I don't understand.
I was in another shoe shop trying on a pair of shoes (the one that didn't come in half sizes) when my phone rang.
And it was Shernice. And she told me where the shop was. And we found it, and I got an underskirt. ^__________^
I wanted to get shoes there but they were...
a) not in my size.
b) not the type that would go with my clothes
c) the wrong colour.
But I did get stockings. Long white stockings ending just above my knee, touching the underskirt and just below my actual skirt. With lace at the end ^w^
I didn't get cuffs, but heck.
Then there was the shoe problem.
By this time it was about ten, and all the shops were closed. So we went home, dropped off the underskirt and stockings and grabbed Dad, to go to the only 24-hour store we knew.
And so we were there, and when we went to the shoe department... woah.
Racks and racks and racks and racks and racks of shoes. And that was an understatement.
But all the interesting shoes were in the children's department. (Well Lolita is about being childish, ah well.) T^T
And the usual nightmare - the shoes were not in my size.
In desperation I ran to the end of the shoe department (very far), and landed up in the world of sports shoes *cue disturbing echo*. By this time I'd nearly given up, the place we went being the only 24-hour place we knew, but then, I saw... The Answer.
It was pink.
It had ballet-shoe-type-straps.
It came in my size.
It wasn't revealing.
My eyes widened.
My happiness grew.
It was...
$72.
And had a Puma logo on it (yes Puma hahahahaha)
T^T
But at this point the other option cost $75 and wasn't as nice. So there it was.
Normally the Lolita aren't supposed to have logos on their shoes, but to quote Sweeney Todd, "Ah, these are desperate times,... and desperate measures are called for."
It was eleven-thirty by the time I got back. Of course I shall need to factor in that Mum bought ointment and we all got hairbrushes (one of the commodities in the house that is almost always inexplicably in short supply).
But yes. Eleven-thirty. I was supposed to be asleep by then. I'd set an alert on my phone for it, too. And so, after getting ready for bed, I hopped in and held Mochi as I read a couple of pages of Sweeney Todd (the original novel, which is much more boring and much less bloody than what Stephen Sondheim has you looking at. I don't like it very much, but the character of Sweeney Todd compels me.) (Even the motivations for the two different Sweeney Todds are different, but I guess I've gone too far to stop reading it now.) (PIRELLI DISAPPEARED D8) (... I digress.)
That's how I drifted off to sleep. No, let me rephrase that, that's how I drift off to sleep.
At about five in the morning, I was awakened by Saitou Ayaka's Doki Doki Waku Waku. (If you haven't heard it before, do hear it. It causes auditory diabetes.) Normally I take a couple of minutes more after hearing the first alarm, having had about one or two more alarms set for that specific purpose, but today, I awakened quickly, and didn't need extra hours despite my blatant lack of sleep. The last time that happened, I was sound manager for SYF 2007, back when I was in ELDDS (to heck with it actually, once an ELDDS member, always an ELDDS member!) and had to finalise the soundtrack.
I went and took a bath, something I almost never do at five in the morning. (Usually it's a quick shower.) Then I got dressed in full Lolita regalia (or what regalia is to me - since I'm not in the ranks of Baby, The Stars Shine Bright or Victorian Maiden or Vivienne Westwood yet.) dried my hair, and made my way down in a black jacket that covered most of my person.
After a mug of Milo, a packet of sugarfree apple juice, and a Twiggie (the Americans will know it as a Twinkie.), I made my way to school.
I met Shafika on the way up, and we walked up together. She asked what I was wearing under my jacket and I told her I wouldn't remove my jacket till we got to class.
And so it was that way, and when I finally did take off my jacket people started staring and smiling and stuff. It was weird. It was beyond reason. But most importantly, I felt good ^w^
I met Shernice, who was in Gothic Lolita. She had a rather nice hairband and the most awesome boots I've seen in a while. Though her sleeves suggested wa-loli reference, she looked really darn good, and she had the dark blue lipstick and eyeliner to back it up.
You shall understand now, dear reader, that I was devoid of makeup, being rather disturbed by the prospect of using it, (my life dream stands that I should cosplay Orochimaru at least once in my life, but I plan to use face paint when it happens - it feels better.) and possessing the inability to use such things myself. When I made my way down to 4M after putting my things down in 4Z, I was received by Tereza and Roshni, who were there doing... I can't remember.
They brought me to the toilet, where I met Prisia, Shanice and Cherise. They were the Rockstar team, and each of them had their own colour. They were green, red, and pink respectively, if I remember correctly, and they coloured their hair as such.
And then the unthinkable happened to Prisia, and I had a flashback which Prisia will not want me to narrate here, even though it's evident that next to no one reads this but me, and that's how I like it.
But I won't say it.
Except that the next time it happens I shall use the same phrase again.
My shoes got quite a bit of attention. It was kind of ironic that I'd gotten them the last and as a desperate measure, but yes, I had to admit my shoes were pretty.
Eventually Iman showed up, and I went and sauntered back into the toilet to look at Team Rockstar. And I proceeded to laugh, and Tereza was all "You have nothing to laugh about.", and she proceeded to corner me against a row of sinks. And the unthinkable happened to me.
And then... eck.
I was pale.
But it was alright I guess. It could have been worse.
It could have been like primary school drama productions and choir recitals and dance items where the teachers in charge take matters into their own hands and indiscriminately... never mind. If you've ever been in one of the three (I have been in only one of the three), I guess sooner or later you would understand.
The unthinkable was... experimentation.
Though I must say it did look a little better after she was done. But still, ew.
After flag raising, there was a crowd of students near
Ms Tan was suitably surprised when we showed up for Science (Bio). Me and Pris still sat together, and considering how contrasting we were to each other, it was quite interesting to see the look on everyone's faces.
I saw Ms Begum after class. She was wearing our school uniform, except the skirt was modified such that it was floor-length. (I WANT A SKIRT LIKE THAT but no, it's not in fashion.)
For Social Studies and Geography nothing really happened, beyond the fact that our teacher was wearing the school P.E. shirt and track pants.
Next was Mother Tongue, where the worlds really collided. There was one person who came in a blue dressing gown with two curlers in her hair. Yu Zhen entered with Nicole and both of them were wearing CHIJ pinafores. Then Ariel came in and she was in her pirate eyepatch with scars and tattoos and dirt marks and such. When Kay Wei came in she was wearing an afro, and I was in shock. But ah well, I was still the nicest, or so I felt. The Chinese teacher called me 小甜甜 (dir. trans: small sweet sweet) and said I should have worn either Barbie or Hello Kitty. Being unable to swear as a Lolita, I resorted to making slapping actions.
There were a lot of pictures after that. I can't remember how many pictures people took with me, but there were a lot. I took a few with Shernice, since we were the opposites of each other. She never smiled, but I always did. She always had her hands placed perfectly by her side, but I never did that. Ah well, we looked good together though ^^.
At the beginning of recess I met Ms Siew who was on her way to her class for Reading period. She thought my clothes were sweet X3
Later I went out for recess, and I had Pocky.
(And you see the Kamikaze Girls book? I brought that with me because it perfectly complimented my clothes, and the style. 8D)
I brought Strawberry Pocky, because it totally matched, and because it made for great lulz.
PRIME EXAMPLE...
This is something I like to call Pocky Diplomacy.
Near the end of recess I was walking up to class when I saw the individual Express Yourself Day competition. Since Shernice was going, I figured nothing too bad would happen. Inner Lolita took control of my hand, and so that was how I became Entry 22 - on a whim.
(But then again most of the competitions and stuff I've participated in during the course of my life were because I felt like it at a given moment.)
After recess, it was Maths, and integration went suitably well. All the 4Z people were late for their respective competitions though because we didn't know when to report.
There was that one time afterwards where I reached the epiphany that the individual competition was actually some form of a pageant, but beyond that mildly rude shock that I could take, nothing too bad really happened. (Though I'd promised myself that my first competition of this sort would be a cosplay thing, ah well.)
The vice principal came up to me and Shernice and she was all, "You two belong in Harajuku."
I thought to myself, "Woah, she knows what Harajuku is."
Shernice had a long pause before asking, "What's Harajuku?"
And so I explained to her, "It's the land of cosplay and Japanese street fashion. They have a bridge called Jingubashi where the JRock and anime cosplayers go."
"Oh."
Another pause.
"Woah, she knows what Harajuku is."
XDDDDD
So yes, we went up in our separate groups, and we posed, and I did something classically reserved for people in cute clothes that I shall not wish to repeat. (I only did it because my specs were off. If my specs were on I don't think I'd have dared.)
I ended up after the thing at the back of the hall, just behind Ms Siew. Prisia joined me soon after, and we sabotaged Mr Sng and the rest of the uniformed people (mainly the guy teachers, whom I'd given the informal group name "abingdon boys school") into going up and posing and doing other random things. Pity my camera wasn't too clear over long distances so I didn't take anything truly awesome.
Pris and I did in the end take a picture with Mr Sng, though it was against the light so it wasn't that great.
...this Lolita couldn't go too long without a badass expression, so she did one in the picture. XD
At the end of it I made my way back to class to pack my things and go home, when I saw the people in front thumb-wrestling.
Have you ever thumb-wrestled before? Perhaps your people call it Pepsi-Cola-123, or Thumb War, but you get the point. I took on two of my classmates (I can't remember who at this point), won one and tied the other, before I challenged Shernice to a thumb wrestling match. We started the match, and then someone yelled "OMG LOLITA VERSUS LOLITA! Someone should record this and put it on the Internet!"
But no one did T^T
I won her in the end, and the same person who yelled before said, "See? Light beats darkness."
wtf.
My last moments in school in Lolita were spent drinking strawberry yoghurt milk, reading Kamikaze Girls, and playing Sudoku. During this period someone requested a picture with me, because, according to her friend, I looked like Goldilocks with black hair.
(...I thought Goldilocks was so named because she had... gold locks?)
I had a brief mental image of myself breaking into a house and sitting on chairs that were too hard, too soft, and just right, and eating porridge that was too hot, too cold and just right, and sleeping on beds that were too hard, too soft, and just right. And the bears were Gloomy Bears. But never mind.
(Just imagine it for yourself! If someone broke into a house of a family of Gloomy Bears s/he could never expect to live!)
The Lolita generally aim for something more Alice-in-Wonderland-ish, if I'm not wrong though.
I stayed dressed in Lolita after that in Maths tuition, and didn't change clothes till it was night-time and I had to get out of them.
I want to do it again ^____^
Maybe after the O levels, a few days after doing Sweeney Todd.
Of course, I'll leave the unthinkable to other people.
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