We Sang. We Danced. We Stole Things?

I think Jason Mraz is my soul mate! His voice is the soundtrack of my life. Haha.

Anyway, I've been settling in comfortably into work. Unfortunately, mandatory office wear 5 days a week has aggravated the dreaded wardrobe crisis. So, that means its a decent excuse to go on 2 shopping sprees to update my wardrobe. I just came back from Bugis Village (my BKK fashion fix on a budget). Though they charge a premium over thai goods sold in BKK, I'm happy nonetheless. The damage this evening was a mere $70 for 4 tops, 1 pair of shorts & 1 belt. I love the discount racks! I'm a sucker for cheap bargains. By the way, there was a shop where everything was going at $10, and i believe the brown-skinned shop-keeper was a Thai. I almost blurted 'khawp khun kha' to him after I paid, but then i bit my tongue. I might be wrong. Haha. Well, seeing him in his shop filled with cheap Thai clothes make me miss Thailand terribly, especially since WH & Becca just went over to the blessed land last weekend.

Anyway, im beginning to surprise myself these days. I might be trying to be better person unconsciously. It has become somewhat like a natural habit for me to smile at everyone i meet these days. Its nice to have bus drivers returning me the smile every morning when i hop onto the bus to go to work. I also find myself offering to dispense directions to clueless strangers like a self-promoting vending machine. I just realised the difference as I usually stayed non-nonchalant about such things. Unfortunately, kindness doesn't reciprocate all the time- there was an embarrassing moment when az & i went chasing after this trio with a toddler, because we thought they had mistakenly left the toddler's toys at the open air theatrette. So i caught up with them & told them about their things, they were like - Errr... Actually we didnt want them anymore... Then I was like- OH. (awkward silence.) haha. So... I wonder why. Have you got any clue?

Last weekend, I had a uber long chat with my older brother. I think we have gotten into an erratic pattern of having long talks with each other on the most random nights. The irony was that I went home early to get more ZZzz-time, then my brother kept me up really late. He came to my room at 1am & stayed until 3+am, thats when the lightning struck repeatedly & thunder rang constantly in my ears. The electricity tripped while i had a nicely foamed up face. So both of us were shrouded in the darkness & bombarded by the thundering noises, and we had our eyes peeled on the scene outside the window, staring at the crazy thunderstorm which caught Bukit Batok by surprise. It was as if Cyclone Nargis dropped by Singapore on a whim. So in the wee hours of the morning, we were catching up on what we are currently doing, talking about each other's future plans and so on. It's amazing how much we dont know about each other although we have been siblings for close to 21 years and he sleeps in a room just a flight of stairs from me.

While I've always wished that i had the perfect older brother who will look out for me & protect me from all harm in the most dashing way possible, my older brother is clearly not the typical charming older brother character on TV serials with a dozen females kissing the ground he treads, but I'm thankful that he's my brother who will irritate me purposely & make me laugh uncontrollably just like how all brothers should. The verdict is that being the only girl stuck in between an older brother & a younger brother sucks 60%, but having brothers aint that bad after all.