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The boy in me

I remember growing up in oversized tees and shorts.

Perhaps daddy always wanted a boy.

I do not remember mum dolling me up like a princess.

Now being a mother myself, do you think it will be a great opportunity for me to doll Rain up?

Nope I shall not do that, these days I let Rain choose what he likes to wear.

I shall not make Rain a fashion victim of mine.

He shall be responsible of his own fashion statement!

I am responsible for my own.

After all, I did not fail to notice that Singapore is blessed with summer throughout the 365 days.

So let’s concentrate on the summer collections.

I probably won’t understand it because boys do not have much to accessorize, I may understand better if we are blessed with a girl in the near future.

So abang Rain, if you have a younger sister shall we dress her in tank top & torn jeans. (The jeans is torn thanks to the fat brother)

1. Let’s spare her from the ribbon besar on the forehead especially for infant. (Head band eh tu/ rimaskan!!)

2. Let’s spare her from the “silk stockings”! (Whatever they call it, panaskan dah macam sarung nangka)

I wonder if its some form of gender indications or we are just victims of the trendsetters.

Oh well in future when I have a baby girl I will probably understand.

Another reason could be, I am not that exposed to the latest fashion, traveling to the moon somehow has failed to educate me much.

Can someone pass me the latest fashion magazine!

I believe I am so passé.