I don't understand handbags.

Yes, I really don't. I know right, yall must be thinking what the fuck is wrong with me?! I can never imagine myself walking, prancing, hopping around my friends with a bloody handbag. ERR, like I am so free to bother about that stupid thing hanging and dangling around my hands. No way, I like things packed in a bagpack and I CARRY it which means that my hands are actually... hmm, free to shop around or pinch my boys. Or punch whoever who likes to piss me off. Amazing.

This whole girly handbag thing has been bugging me quite terribly because I've yet to find the best slingbag and I have like 21941294132 handbags (you know, the sisters and the mum) flowing out of my closet because they like to stuff it in like that.

And you know I suspect that mum ripped the penis I once had when I was born and fixed me in a set of nice-looking vagina because really, I am a boy. I ACT LIKE 1, I SPEAK LIKE 1, I WALK LIKE 1. And you can add that I even eat like a boy. WAIT - I PEE LIKE A BOY! Like super fast, my pee just splashes out for 3 to approximately 5 seconds and I am done.

Plus I slap on anything I see in my forever-messy-never-will-be-neat wardrobe and off I leave the goddamn house. Think my name should really be Estelle Soh Jin Dao. Instead of Estelle Soh Rui Qi.

2.55 or a Porter collection?

No to 2.55, yes to Porter.

Flats or dunks?

Gojane.com

No to flats, yes to Dunks (or any other sneaks).

Am I a boy or a girl?
(Pics from Lookbook.nu)

I...

don't know...