A friend of mine commented on my jacket as old-fashioned and auntie-like. Her comment made me boiled. I spent every ounce of energy to look for the right material and pattern to make the jacket. It took me months to find the right button for the jacket and she said it's soooooo old-fashioned. If it is the cloth at the fabric shop won't sold out. Mine is the second last piece. This friend showed me a blazer which she bought in Australia. I thought how smart and sheek is the blazer compared to mine. Cheh. Hers is so auntie-like and it doesn't suit her small frame for the jacket is big! And said mine old?

I will post a picture of my jacket when I have iron it. And to worm worm, I appreciate a lot if you don't comment anything on my jacket for you are fashion blind. And I don't appreciate any joke you make about my fashion style because it is not funny and I would remember until the day I die you commented my lolita top as similar to your grandma blouse. That was the most hurtful insult I have ever had. I would definitely remember that. This is not about not accepting criticism, this is about infringing my privacy and freedom by imposing your thought and belief by always saying "You should wear this". Even my mother doesn't tell me that sentence more than once. But you did that at least three times last Friday.

Now I will be off to hunt some materials to make another outfit. But first I need to think of a design for my mother. Aiya.

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I was in the office today. The office room has a door with a small window slit. I knew there was some function in the next couple of rooms, and coincidentally the caterer placed the lunch in front of the room I was in. I went to the mini window and glowed like a jack-o-lantern while the caterer was arranging the food. He noticed someone was staring at his back and averted to the window, with me smiling maximumly at him; barring my full set of teeth.

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I was with my friends for some discussion with a very well known organization. And I really feel the students I have met in Malaysia are really not matured and oblivious to the stark reality of life. How sad it is.

My friend asked me if there's any difference between the students in New Zealand and Malaysia. Actually there is no difference. The only difference is what the students have gone through in their life. It doesn't matter where you are from. What you have gone through in life matters, a lot. It doesn't matter when you experience it.

And sometimes ... it's better not to judge the person next to you for not having gone through what you have had in life.

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