the absolutely lunatic things i do

so i was shopping at zara one fine day in london (oh london i miss you) when i heard this really nice song playing. now, normally what i would do is whip out my trusty iphone and shazam it. however, me being in london and having no wifi or 3g or cellular data whatsoever, i resorted to whipping out my trusty iphone and recording a voice memo of it. note that this was done by me wandering about the shop pretending to look at clothes but really trying to find the best spot with the loudest speaker, upon which i furtively flipped my phone so that the mic would pick up the most of it.

of course, me being me, i promptly forgot i even did that. (i know, how can anyone forget doing something that insane? you can if you do insane things like that all the time.)

so almost a month after i return to singapore, i was going through my voice memos when suddenly i see this and go HEY! then promptly copy it to my computer, blast the speaker as loud as possible and at long last shazam the song.

which is how i discovered my new favourite song, lost then found by leona lewis and onerepublic :)

also, i do so adore my trusty iphone.

the hat!

OMG. Switchfoot sells The Hat! You know, the one I initiated a hunt for here and here.

I desperately want this hat in my materialistic paws now. Especially since Jason Mraz, Switchfoot and OneRepublic are fedora-wearers (Fedora-ers? Fedorates?).

On a side note, go watch Mraz, Switchfoot and Lifehouse on their Youtube channels. They are SO hilarious :)

(And obviously all this stemmed from me hunting for Lifehouse in SG videos, resulting in me totally not studying. Oops.)

i want that hat

You know that hat that Mraz wears?

As in, THIS ONE:

Yeah, that's the one I want. But can't find. Growls.
So. Am initiating a search for it and enlisting all of you (Yes, that means you, you one sole loner left.) reading this blog.

Okay. Am done with my materialistic thoughts. For now, anyway. Hah.

the shopping karma theory

(according to xun)

If it's meant to be yours, it will be yours.

In other words, you might see the most adorable white dress and it might be almost perfect but for the slightly thin material. And it's that "but" that holds you back on tossing down $37.90 on that pretty white dress. Shopping karma thus says if you leave the shop without purchasing item, and you're still thinking about it for some time after, go back. If it's there, it's meant to be yours. If not, take the punches and move on.

Here's hoping pretty white dress is still there the next time I go to the Far East shop.

I have returned!

Returned with many many photos (which might be posted one day if and when I feel like it), new shorts and Birks, an emptier wallet, and a much MUCH fuller tummy. In need of exercise. Which I will get to. Eventually. Right.

Also returned with a laptop charger that isn't working and a laptop with no battery left. So technically, am laptopless. Am sad.

And returned to the drudgery of work to find out more drudgery has been added on. Observe:

According to the internship guide thingy, my period of attachment is from 2nd January to 14th June 2008. Now, if you'll look at a lovely calendar, it says June 14th is a Saturday. So in actual fact, my last day of work would be Friday the 13th, right?

Wrong.

Because thanks to people who really really know how to squeeze an intern for all her worth, I now have to go on a shoot on the 14th from 7am to 7pm. Thanks for the fabulous send off.

And did I add that apart from going on shoot (during which I will be bossed around by a true blue moron), I'm also hunting for locations? This is the result of cheapskaters making full use of the intern so they don't have to spend money hiring someone else.

I end in ten days, and I'm certain that on the night of that tenth day, I will be significantly happier, less grouchy, and much more lighthearted and over the moon than I've ever been in the last 165 days.

momentary happiness

considering my first paper is in less than 36 hours, i shouldn't be here.
but obviously i am.
not for long, though. my notes on verbal communication is sitting next to my laptop, freaking me out. my journ notes are just next to that, really freaking me out. my singapore society notes are next to that, and once again i'm made to realize how fucking screwed i am.
but nothing is going in so here i am.
also wanted to share my glee that I GOT ANANSI BOYS AT THE MPH EXPO SALE!!!!!!!!
beams thanks amy!!!
muahahaha......momentary happiness....brought down by the fact that i can't read it till the 14th (but knowing me i'll start after blardie 106 paper this thurs anyway. hahahaha)
sighs. okay back to verbal communication.
why do i have to do this? why oh why oh why? sobs.