Kurta Beb!

So, don't you just hate it when bloggers try to justify their non-bloggerness with busy schedules and overdue shenanigans? Well I'm sorry, my little minions! I know you hold your breath for my every post and sometimes I leave you breathless for extended timeframes. So if your soul hasn't vacated your physical body yet and your eyeball lubricants are still working such that you can rotate them left and right to read text, I'm back! For today at least.

Its a rainy Saturdoinks morning, HOW GLORIOUSLY FANTASTICAL I SAY. I'm so totally over the whole raya mood, it came and hovered around me for like two seconds last week and then I don't know which direction it went but I could feel it being repelled by the blackness of my heart. Oh wells, maybe it'll revisit tomorrow morning and perhaps tonight (when I watch whatever stagefest Suria puts on this year) and I'll feel it again. Ohhh I need to show you my baju!

I've been wearing the same kurta for the past 3 years, and my mom swore to me that she would disown me and smack me into Siberia if I wear it again this year so I had to bear the intense pain and ohmygawdness of SEARCHING for a new kurta this year.


Nice right! I totally hit the jackpot at Little India with Wanjing (oh thank gawd, she was there to help me out) and we found this little shop with big dreams called Fashion Palace where I got insane kurtas for me and my bro. I don't wear baju kurungs as a rule (hey its a free country) and I always hunt down the simplest-looking kurta possible but somehow, even the indians are very into studs and rhinestones this year! (I know they're major drama-queens but they're usually very subtle when it comes to men's fashions at least) (And I can say these things because I'm part indian hor) It was like my hugest nightmare, if you can recall my previous kurta was completely devoid of shiny stones! But oh wells, I guess I can live with a few. I find Little India way less intimidating than Geylang when it comes to shopping for these things. To say that I'm not exactly in touch with my ethnic roots would be a major understatement.

I'd actually love to wear the baju kurung (after all, I'm all Mat deep deep deep down) but my dad has this very anal habit of FORCING me to wear a samping and songkok, and finally after years of torture from these two weird instruments of pain and inconvenience (you need to literally peel yourself off twenty layers just to pee!!! and my brain is melting under the hotness of the songkok please and we're not even praying right now) I decided it was just not worth the emotional and psychological scarring so I started wearing kurtas and NEVER looked back.

Okay, lots to do today!!! And maybe the full GG301 review this evening!!! Have a smashtastic Saturdoinks everyone!!!