wierd dreams are made of these

i had like the bitchiest dream last night, or rather, this morning.

I was shopping in a department store with a lady, think she resemebled my mum, but who cares, anyways, all i can remember was that there're tons of designer brands on the racks. Section A was Von Frustenburg, then another on whatever~ anyway, mum picked this dress from whatever brand (knowing that in real life, mu mum who happens to be an Auntie whom do not buy expensive clothes, the dream seemed even more dreamy) then I commented that it look fat on her.

yah yah, so i was being bitchy again (even in my dreams)

anyway,s fast forward to me looking at this rack of handbags, and actually picked up a handbag and see how it looks on me! HORROR! gosh, I am so not interested in ladies handbags on me! anyway, to make matters worse, it was a ferragamo! if it is a woman's handbag on moi, it'll only be an Hermes. PERIOD.

so i place the bag back on the rack after realising that it was a ferragamo (with round metallic steel handles that has the ferragmo carved into in and just the handles weigh a ton)

then, this tall model like sales assistant (MALE!) came and gave me the "dun even touch it u cheapo" look and i think he even let out a grunt!

Man, I got all bitchy and and went ballistic. then the alarm went off.

so what's the moral of the dream? that feragamo bags sucks or i'll never be able to afford one? or could it be something else?

whatever~