virgin experience: flea market at zouk

looks like i'm learning things everyday : )

anyway, looks like my spending ways aren't over, becaues today's splurges got me a good $79 down. let's see: 2 bags, 3 tops (hula&co., bloodbros, fleshimp), 1 underwear (topshop: not from the fleamarket although they WERE selling 'em. hur.), 1 half jacket/pullover fleshimp (woohoo! finally something for the shoulders!)
honestly, of all my buys, my favourites would be the halfjacket, and my bag from tophop ($39! and it can hold my laptop! whooopie!), and this nice white top (which i saw at hula&co. a while back. hur.), and the fleshimp light purple top. which means pretty much everything i bought today makes me a happy person.

ahh yes, just remembered why i wanted to post.

another virgin experience: asking for some really gorgeous guy's number, *note: he turned out to be real stupid. oh well, i couldn't have both ends of the world could i?


juice.

walking around flea market for the godknowshowmanyethtime, and then rul points out nice jacket (something adel would definitely like, we say.) gorgeous guy says magic words 'warehouse' and '$50', which leave rul and myself thinking 'hmmmm. expensive no?' gorgeous guy says 'i sell you cheaper. $49.90!' can you say, omgosh - i can save 10 cents! yay.

so i tell him that i've got a friend who'll prolly be interested in it. and he says that i've gotta come back. and then he holds out his pinky finger, and says 'promise?'geee. like when was the last time i made a pinky promise? (that reminds me.)so gorgeous guy's name is now mr. pinky finger : )

rul and i walk around somemore, then adel says we're going off already. *note: haven't gotten adel to mr. pinky finger's shop yet. dang. promise is a promise, plus he's goodlooking. i wonder: should i ask him for his number, no harm to asking him right?

rul's egging me on, 'go! ask him lah, slarrrrtay.' hur. i've heard this word so many times today. slaaaarrrrtay. oh well.

i reach mr. pinky finger's shop, and ask him 'sold the jacket already?', he says something like 'no, waiting for you.' or some shiate like that.

then when i'm about to go, i hestitate for like split of a split second, then i turn to him and ask him for his name (twice - i'm deaf damnit.) then i ask him 'can i have your number?' hohoHO. he says 'sure!' and so now, i have mr. pinky finger's number. slart. yesyes. heard it umpteen times. make that umpteen times and one now. : )

so i msg mr. pinky finger (*note: his name's mighty boring to type now. urgh. my attention span is shortening. bugg.) like 6 hours later (i'm not desperate ok!), random topic focused on the object which got us talking - the jacket. "hey, val here. the girl at the flea market. sold the jacket?" (yeahhyeahh, i didn't tell him my name, or give him my number. so this is completely my doing. yesyes. my doing.)

so to cut the story short, he's a stupid guy, who thinks 18-year-olds are too young, and he being 20 is waaay more mature with his *tweeest* (hold up 2 fingers to face) look. urk. okay, i admit, bad taste. juan off thing, you cannot hold this to me. hurhur.

juice over.


note: bangkok's going to be a blast, and jules is a riot when she's cheesed. names i've never heard before were spouting, and it was all very entertaining.
wireless is still f'ckin down, and so i leave my blogposts saved in my system on notepad until i am able to get my hands on a good system that has internet connection. so for the timebeing, i'm very much left outside the triple-w. bugg.


note#2: breakfast didn't happen. oh well. better this way maybe?


hurricane katrina is horrible. the human soul is devastating.
i only found out on saturday night, i've been living in 4 walls with no tv or radio, you cannot blame me.

i pray for the people of new orleans. amen.

this blog was relevant to a ms. valerie anne from when she was studying mass communications in a singapore polytechnic.

she was aged 16 on her first post, and 18 on her last.

she is currently a freelance emcee-er/hostess.
contact her at
valerieanne @ cheerful.com

some might call me the ultimate sagittarian; free-spirited and whatnot, but i don't believe in horoscopes.

"everything gets complicated when you think. i don't discourage thinking, it's over thinking that i'm worried about." - val


none existent.


i've moved on.

shop alot?


. make Valerie Anne are big name
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. open a clip-on earrings shop
. open a cafe
. learn/speak spanish
. skydive over mauritius waters
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. get back into my dancing shoes
. set a world record for the longest time on a roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35. HAHA.


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