typecast

我从山中来 带着兰花草

种在小园中 希望花开早

一日看三回 看得花时过

兰花却依然 苞也无一个

today's lesson: save the cheongsam for chinese new year or wedding functions. else you have to brave incessant questions and stereotype perceptions. wearing glasses sure helped fuel the typecasting. actually, i already knew when i decided to wear it to work. no, it's not that i wanted the attention. i was rummaging thru the mess in my room last night. i unearthed a few surprises (and thankfully purged out some stuff along the way). i got this Shanghai Tang silk number from Swirl's last charity sale. i didn't see the stains until i got back to the office and a colleague spotted them. they're really not that noticeable. i think it's a little shabby if you look at it closer (or maybe i'm completely blind and clueless). the mandarin collar and hem are subtly beaded. so i thought why not wear it today. i could hide the stains with a vest or something; the dress won't look too dressy then. don't you love that beige vest-cum-shawl thingie?   

it's been freezing cold in the mornings. i wonder how more typical i'd look if i wore socks and school shoes. i almost tied plaits in my hair. lol. it seemed really contrived but i swear it's not. if i'd chopped off my hair, would it have been less obvious? i'm sure someone could think of something else to say. i wasn't offended at all. i should be flattered anyone would take notice. i got "很nice" and "cute". all i was missing was a hat so i'd look like a vietnamese girl, so said a colleague to finish the work day. one of them actually sang that 兰花草song when i joked about my look at the start of the day. we're so in sync. lol.