God.Oh God.how is it that i never fail to embarrass myself.
i manage to do that all the time.
even when i'm minding my own business at home.
you see.
what just happened was that
i was trying on my new clothes. (went shopping yesterday)
and as usual, i was prancing around at home.
singing all the first two lines of all the christmas songs because somehow
i never remember pass the first two lines.
and i happened to be singing at the top of my lungs, and at some point,
i'd be adding my own lyrics or remixing the songs.
but all that was perfectly fine, in fact,
if yall know me, its almost normal.
but i really had to go ruin it all by
wanting to see how my black stockings would go
with my
green felt shoes.and my
green felt shoes happened to be outside the house in the shoe cupboard.
and as i was all caught up in the spirit of christmas,
too busy yelling christmas carols and running all over the house to think,
i ran to open the front door
all the while i was singing "this christmas"
(because that damned chris brown was just singing it on bloody mtv)
and just as i opened the front door i reached the part where the song went
"a very
special christmas indeed..."
and just at the part "
special"
i flung my head, in an effort to make my hair
fling prettily and to emphasize the "special".
and the door fully opened at that very moment,
to reveal the neighbour's very cute 20 something year old son
whom i hardly see as
he was just released from national service
and overhearing my mother saying yetsterday,
is very busy in NTU.
(he was waiting for the lift.)
and let me tell you.
we just stared at each other for like
3 seconds..
and
bloody hell, if you actually sit back to count the seconds,
3 seconds is a bloody long time for 2 people to just
stare at each other
espcially ie one of them has been singing christmas carols
on the other side of the
totally not soundproof door for the past 15 mins.
yes.
and after that three seconds.
there was this
mad rush,
where he hurriedly turned himself away to face the lift,
and began sucking madly on his straw
which was attached to some God knows what drink.
and i totally mortified,
had to proceed to fetch my
blasted
green felt shoes from the cupboard clad in a big ragged home t shirt and black stockings.
fuck.
you will never have any idea how embarrassed i was at the moment.
i mean.
what was i thinking.
going out to take something without first checking the peephole to see if
there was anyone outside.
and what must he have been thinking,
hearing someone howling christmas carols
in the middle of the afternoon, before seeing the front door yanked opened
only to reveal a stocking clad lunatic
in her home clothes digging for shoes in her cupboard.
fuck la.
i hope he doesnt relay this incident to his parents.
who already probably think i'm mad
since they are home more often and have caught me
in the midst of my maddness countless times already.
and i know
for sure now that no one is going to touch the fruit cake that
my mum is planning to give to the neighbours for christmas.
no one would dare.
oh wells.
thats all.
just had to justify to embarassment and comfort myself.
i mean.
now that you've read this.
if you were my neighbour,
you wouldnt think i was mad right?
since you know now that i had like
good reason for lookng like that.
i mean, i was trying on clothes!
i feel better now.
haha.
Remember peeps.
dont get carried away in the spirit of chirstmas,
or you might end up like me.
toodles!