I am wearing a short black frilly/layered skirt, blue vest with silk bow (tucked in) and a quirky elastic belt with a spotty buckle pulling me in (literally) at the waist. My hair is a mane of wild curls and frizz fattened up with wax and hairspray and my silver shoes have slightly theatrical black bows on each side. I feel like a darker (high street version) of Carrie Bradshaw in the opening credits when she's in her ballet outfit.
For 'early evening drinks' at Changkat Bukit Bintang on a Friday night this is probably all a bit too much - legs and eyeliner after all are probably the first thing you see when you me. But fuck it - I am me, I am hoyo, I am gemini (after all). And it's been a hard week, a hard month, a hard quarter for crying out loud (at work only, the rest of my life is sweet) so I wanna feel good and let my hair down! So there. Let it down and strut I will. And as the Leo said, my day will come; so not today - maybe tomorrow or next week, or next month. In the meantime, BE HAPPY! Okay, I will... x
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