tell me about it

That’s it. I will confess my secret and rather embarrassing deep-seated affection for This Fashion.

After trawling exhaustively through Tangs, Far East, Taka and Wisma today, all I came up with was one necklace from Far East. Every item of clothing I looked at was over-priced or ugly.

Until I came to my senses and crept ashamedly into This Fashion.

There, my senses were quickly assaulted. The loud inappropriate techno music – I believe they were techno songs set to the tunes of popular Singaporean ditties like Dayung Sampan. I kid you not. I cringed every two seconds and resisted the urge to head-bop and wave my fingers around in the air and go “diudiudiudiudiu”. The garish colors. The horrifying designs.

But I persisted. I searched for the proverbial needle in the haystack. I bore up through the yellow and purple frilly skirts and pushed through the turquoise and pink lacy tops.

And I prevailed.

I picked up a pretty sequined ethnic halter for $14, and a gorgeous denim skirt with colored stitching for only $24. Restrained myself from buying the light blue bolero cardi, and the long ethnic skirt. Sigh.

Quietly signed up for the This Fashion privilege card and quickly skulked out of the shop.

Because the shopaholic in me is exultant at getting such brilliant bargains (I never fail to find something worthwhile after I search through the shop long enough) but the sensible part of me is terribly embarrassed to be seen carrying the This Fashion plastic bag.

Well if anyone else wants to go bargain shopping with me at This Fashion, I have 10% discount!

Now I’m going to pretend I never posted this entry!

I deny everything!!

As I look into your eyes I see the sunrise
The light behind your face helps me realize
Will we sleep and sometimes love until the moon shines
Maybe the next time I’ll be yours and maybe you’ll be mine
Sunrise….

I don’t know if it’s even in your mind at all
It could be me
At this moment in time
Is it in your mind at all
It should be me
It could be me (What’s in what’s in your mind?)
Forever

Wandering through life, will love come home to you
And the love you want forever, will they be true to you
Will we sleep and sometimes love until the moon shines
Maybe the next time I’ll be yours and maybe you’ll be mine

Sunrise…
I don’t know if it’s even in your mind at all
It could be me
At this moment in time
Love’s indescribable
It should be me
It could be me (What’s in what’s in your mind?)
Forever…

You downloaded this song into my laptop; I only just discovered it lurking in my ‘Received Files’ folder. And I’ve put it on an obsessive-compulsive loop, playing it over and over again and mulling over the lyrics. I tend to do that with songs; that’s why I always post song lyrics on my blog. Sometimes they say so much more about what I’m thinking than I possibly can in my own words.

So what’s on your mind? Is it me? I don’t know if I’m even in your mind at all.

Shouldn’t I be?

Sarah McLachlan ‘Lost’

By the shadows of the night I go
I move away from the crowded room
That sea of shallow faces masked in warm regret
They don’t know how to feel, they don’t know what is lost

Lost in the darkness of a land
Where all the hope that’s offered is
Memories of being taken by the hand
And we are led into the sun
But I don’t have a hold on what is real
Though we can only try
What is there to give or to believe

I want it all to go away, I want to be alone
Sympathy’s wasted on my hollow shell
I feel there’s nothing left to fight for
No reason for a cause
And I can’t hear your voice, and I can’t feel you near

I wanted a change, knowing all I could do was try
I was looking for someone.

I swear my karma has finally started catching up with me. Finally. Finally! *Shakes fist in the air*

For the longest time – since primary school – I’ve been misplacing my personal items like nobody’s business. Always losing all my stuff. Wallet lah, wallet, wallet again, wallet, handphone, wallet, thumb drive, coin purse, wallet. And it never ever came back to me. I used to shake my fist angrily at the anonymous people who’d spirited my stuff away, never to return again. Bah.

But finally! The world has decided to be kind!

I’ve plugged my thumb drive into school computers and walked away without it three times. The first two times, Kay Lii retrieved it and returned it, and this time it was Wang Run who found my thumb drive plugged into a CATI lab computer where I’d been printing my brief out last Monday. I thought I’d lost it for good.

I dropped my coin purse in school three weeks ago, and was nearly in tears when I found out it was missing. I hardly use my wallet anymore; all my regular-use cards and cash are in my coin purse, along with my thumb drive, house keys, and handy eyedrops. You can imagine my panic. But in lecture barely twenty minutes later, my coin purse comes down the aisles back to me. I love SCI students. Apparently it had gone from someone to someone to someone to Valren to Ah Fu to Baoying to me. Hur. It makes up (almost) for when I lost my wallet in year one (and subsequently having Dad pay out $300 for my new IC *guilt*).

I left my handphone in Subway two weeks ago on Sunday; only realised it after getting off the cab to Great World City (to buy Liang’s gift, I hope you like it heh) so had to take another cab back. The lovely counter staff had kept it for me though, so I managed to get it back.

How did I get this lucky?? Finally. FINALLY.

Maybe it’s like Kow’s carma! How he always gets a parking lot right when he wants it! My good deeds are finally being rewarded!!

Don’t ask what good deeds. I don’t know either. Heh.

Doing up my resume and data sheet for my Professional Internship (PI) is driving me nuts.

They ask for the same information again and again, O level results, A level results, ECA activities, ad nauseam. Growl. I hate retyping and retyping. AND they sneakily put the repeated questions in a different input format so that you can’t just cut and paste as a whole, you have to do it line by fugging line. Double growl. AND, AND in the middle of everything the stupid system suddenly logged me out and wouldn’t let me log back in, saying my password is wrong. Deleting all the painstaking work I’d already done in typing, retyping, cutting and pasting. THEN suddenly logging me back in, pretending like nothing was wrong. Triple, quadruple growl. Ugh.

I returned to hall to find a pair of ratty blue underwear atop my slippers. Eugh. Either there is a sexual predator finding it horny that I had to kick his underwear away, or someone dropped it while returning from the laundry room. Whatever it is, your underwear is sitting some meters away from my door. Please take it and remove it.

Oh, I have a joke! I have a joke!

What do you call a female papaya?

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A mamaya!!

:D

First the lecturer turns up ten minutes late, then proceeds to deliver a stern warning that we must all be punctual.

Later, she informs us that she will not have us using our handphones in class, and that she will know if we are SMS-ing, even if we have our hands in our bags and are SMS-ing blind. Another ten minutes later, her own phone rings in class. She takes the call and then explains that it’s work matters, a business call, thus she has to take it. Her phone rings (loudly) one more time in class and also receives an SMS, though she didn’t check them.

She’s rather nice though, really. The three hours passed quite fast. Just those two issues rather irked me. Apparently her husband is the CEO of the H*indu E*ndowment B*oard. Hmm. She hasn’t endeared herself to CS students though. Peiying and Pea were kinda pissed off with her. Or maybe it’s just CR people. heh. Research makes people twitchy.

I apologize heartily to the people at the bar we went to last night, which name shall not be mentioned (for fear of legal ramifications; in other words, oh God please don’t sue me for wilful destruction of public property).

If you go into the ladies’ loo, and look at the door right at the end of the row on the right, you’ll find that the lock no longer works.

This is because I, being the young, strong and able person that I am, had to ram the door open with my shoulder in order to rescue a damsel in distress from inside that particular cubicle.

I am sorry for ruining a door lock that was previously in perfect working order; however, if you ever come to find me, I will deny everything, so please don’t ask for recompense. I don’t think I can afford the cost of a new door lock for your cubicle door. Or for legal damages. No pun intended (okay, I lie).

However, I would like to thank you for making me feel wonderfully strong, heroic and bold as I finally fulfilled my dream of ramming a locked door open with only my wonderfully strong, heroic and bold right shoulder.

And anyway, rescuing a crying drunk girlfriend who wasn’t even able to get up and open a toilet door was much more important than maintaining the usability of the lock on the said toilet door.

Hey you…smile, girl. We love you. And whatever decision you make, we want you to be happy. No regrets, ya :)

“Why don’t you come and sit on my lap, and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up.”

“If we go hide behind those rocks over there we can get a little bolder.”

“If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

Sigh. :P