woke up from an oddity dream
where i was posted to that convent primary school
where i was to teach primary one B
where i kneeled and recited the rosary fairly well.
i must be stressed out.
went out on a get-bags mission with d.
one for his soon-to-be sister-in-law,
one for his mummy dearest.
the first one was easy; totally spoilt with choices.
the second one was not supposed to be difficult but
i would like to call it the possessive-son-syndrome.
who would think a black bag with a couple of simple buckles
too funky?
i guess it's the blokes' thinking that their mums
should stay dull! i feel sad already.
we settled for a simple, frillless black bag. totally safe!
the entire experience was hilarious though.
d. was holding and hanging bags modelling for me.
he was clueless how different straps work.
