The yellow ball meets redball

Loud voices echoed through the walls of the tiny fitting room. Fitted room. Poses peeked through the mirror, too bad walang camera. Vain. Fitting every top i got, practically one of each displayed on the racks. Yet the pretty dress was chosen favorite and most wanted. But then, certain tops stood out too. It was like redcarpet right there and then. Pretty dress still prevailed as the award-winning due to thin fabric and looking like the pregnant wannabe classmate. Votes on pretty dress ranked higher than the price. And so walking out with this huge smile on my face and pretty dress inside the bag with Bayo proudly printed on it. Department stores weren't that bad after all, yet stares were magnetized on us. Pathetic. Sale on Giordano, gave me the second biggest smile on my face. But then it fell on the floor and shattered into tiny pieces, after hearing wala na po ma'am from the saleslady. Too much pixie dust so she flew away. Tinkerbell. The sight of the yellow ball and the redball together, gave me the feeling. Wanting and feeling that I have a need to buy the black and white one, I walked away. Ate in redribbon, again with the red. One more sulk and I'll spank you right here, says a dad. Sulk. Spank. Conversing with sister, about ughhh first year, made me hate them more. Kim. Barf, barf. The pair of eyes spotted two gay men, wannabe girl gay men, handed them the album I saw earlier. The gay album. Laugh, laugh. Shopped and dropped. Just wonderful.