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I have plans! For Sunday night! And possibly shopping on Monday!
Sunday: Me, Helen, and Steph dancing our asses off at Vic's. Sleepover at Helen's, because she has mastered the art of sneaking in and out of houses occupied by softly-snoring parents. While I, unfortunately, have not.
Monday: Me, Helen, and Steph. Sleep until whatever time we wake up, then go SHAO-PING (shopping in Chinglish). Items I desperately want to buy:
- a menswear cropped vest (I think I saw one at H&M while I was in Shanghai)
- a flirty, sexy white halter top (last seen at Zara in Shanghai)
- a thumb ring (ha ha ha ha ha) or two
- nice knee-length pants if there's any
- a basic, form-fitting white tank top (I don't have white) or T-shirt
I really, really love the outfits for Aria in the music video "Girl I Told Ya" by Valeria. I wish I had the guts to cut my hair like hers, too, but I'm too emotionally and mentally attached to my long locks for me to chop them off right now. I feel like they stand for a lot of who I am. And I know you're not supposed to let a look or a feature define you, but my hair is one of my best assets.
I'm exciiiited! :) I haven't gone shopping in a long time (okay -- three weeks). And especially not with my girls!
Yesterday I went to the gym after school. Yay, go me!
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| May Break! |
[26 Apr 2008|11:46am] |
As I was showering up after my work out this morning, I was thinking about my schedule for May Break -- Sunday night clubbing, Monday shopping, hanging out with Karen and Steph, and the grand finale to what is surely to be a great break, my SEXY SEVENTEEN BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! (Yes, I thought in all caps and exclamation marks.)
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, an irrational fear seized me. I stopped lathering pink grapefruit lotion for normal skin from The Body Shop on my legs as a realization dawned upon me. For the entire past week I haven't spoken a word to my mom about my birthday party. The last thing I said about it was last Sunday ("So what time are you and Dad going to be leaving the house?") and I didn't even receive a reply. Tout de suite my fear didn't seem so irrational anymore; in the past, my mom has been known to back off on promises she's made, especially when she's made them in a spur-of-the-moment, desperately-last-resort kind of whim. And I remembered only too well that when she came up with her compromise over dinner last Saturday, she had been catching at straws. (I'm sort of really, really obstinate and can get immensely annoying and whiny when I don't get my way.) And even though I confronted her the next morning and announced that I agreed to her compromise, I know that deep down, she is uneasy about leaving the apartment to me and sleeping at a hotel for the night. First off, she can never sleep well on any other bed other than her own. And sometimes she has difficulty doing even that. Secondly, she might worry about what I'm up to. (Which presents a problem to me, too, because her worry might propel her to pick up the phone and call home at midnight or whatever, at which time my friends and I will of course NOT be home because we'll be at Vics, dancing our hearts out.)
So there I was, frozen in anxiety, wondering if I tried to bring the topic up about my birthday party and what it entails for her and Dad, she might back off like she had just sighted a 10-feet-long anaconda lying in the grass. At this point, I became so indignant that I immediately started thinking up of things I would stay to get her to keep her promise -- I was so sure she was going to make up some lame excuse and try to call it off. As I was applying mascara, I came up with a brilliant idea: I would whine and pout and then say, in my best nasally "but you" voice: "I've already told my friends about it and they're all really excited!" Then she'll think she has to carry out with the promise because other people are involved. That's the magic of being Chinese. Face.
Anyway. I rushed home, anxious to confront Mom about it, but found only Dad in the kitchen making noodles for himself. I first asked him if he would be busy on Friday or Saturday. He said no. Then I asked him if Mom had told him anything about my birthday party plans. He said no again. He asked me what was up, so timidly I revealed to him my plan. Actually, I just said, "Well, Mom promised me that you and her would stay at a hotel for one night on Friday." When he asked me why, I made this non-committal sound at the back of my throat. Thankfully, he didn't press it. He agreed! I was so ecstatic, I leaped up and hugged him around the waist. He said, "It doesn't matter if I agree; you have to talk to Mom."
"She's already promised," I said happily. Now I was completely sure that my birthday plans were going to become reality. All the holes had been stopped. Now there were no more excuses for Mom to back out. I jumped my way out of the kitchen.
8:09 PM
Oh no. It looks like Sunday night plans might have to be called off. Helen can't sneak more than one person into her house and since Steph's going... :(
This is vair vair depressing.
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