The joys of staying home alone is that you can scream as loud as you want and no ones there to remind you to walk that devil dog of yours. But when your lungs are emptied after all the singing and screaming and the dog stops barking, the eerie silence is still, eerie. But whats equally silent is a holiday in the middle of the exam season. You cant call it a holiday with everyone being leashed behind bars at home, convicted to studying service. The thing is, how many can say they can submerge themselves into books 24/7? The trend is that we're not supposed to enjoy life when the exams are near. Where's the sense in that? If you can time manage, there's no freaking reason why you shouldn't go out and have fun whenever you can. Time-management is key, its something our dear parents have never really trusted us with, something i dont have. I'm being hypocritical again.
Aaaaannyyywaaaayyy.
Jeng fashion spawns at almost every nook and cranny, what do we know about it? The impression is, "lalamuiZ" love flimsy blouses with over-bling-ed out jeans, long football socks with stripes and converse shoes, and blonde/brown dyed technic rebonded hair. And their male counterparts, the "seehamchaiZ" look stunning in their silky jersey material shirts with dragon motives, bell bottom slacks with huge white leather slippers. Its a prick in the eye for our kind, but to them, our fashion is a prick to their eyes. Maybe what separates us from them is our english-speaking heritage and their eastern influence. Imagine if they all speak english, it'll be a totally different picture. But most of them are chinese-speaking, or to be more specific, canton-speaking, the people in hong kong yell into their phones, curse everyone else in your family but you, and express desire to sleep with your mum but at least they dont dress that way.
I have always been wondering where fashion like that came from. Then one day i was enlightened, the truth was staring me in the eye, i may be the last person alive to have realised, not versace, not jean-paul gaultier, it came from the land of the rising sun. No, not the movie, Japan! Then another breakthrough in the nether regions of my little brain. Harajuku! Japanese people don harajuku fashion like a religion. Thats where all the inspiration for the cockle boys and clam girls originate. Coincidentally we had japanese exchange students come over for a week or so and i managed to further solidify my claims. Unlike the local ones we see oh so often, the japanese are polite and cheery and they dont look like they yell into phones, not like they can recieve any calls here, but they're nice people no doubt. Except sometimes i have to remind myself they're japanese whenever i start wondering why they were speaking in japanese and not cantonese.
Thank god the seafood people here dress to the limit of going out and only being insulted at behind their backs by people like us who think we have more fashion sense. Because if the real harajuku girls roam our streets, i'd rather gouge my eyes out and hop into a volcano. 
And look just like her. Geez, poor girl, poor me. Jinny
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