Of proms and jump suits

Yesterday was my ex-residential college prom. Last year, it wasn't compulsory for everyone to go. But I went anyway. Everybody else didn't though, at least most of them didn't. And this year it is compulsory, and I wonder whether I should have just broke my back and went. What I would give just to see them guys dress up to the nines, looking as if it is their own wedding. Men in tux are hot regardless, nuff' said. And to be the one whom everybody turn their heads for because you just look that much more gorgeous when made up, some sort of a fantasy of mine. Granted, I did that last year. But one can't call it quits just because I've already had the experience of it *chuckle*.

It's raining cats and dogs again today. My pants got wet while waiting for a cab to come pick me up. This nice Indian girl stood in front of me in the bus stop right after I stood at my spot. She was nice enough to hail the cab for me and asked me to go in the cab first. God bless her. But still needless to say, I still got wet through though. 

Feeling so tired today. I gotta pack before Ange comes over to pick me up. I'm staying with him again tonight before we go back my hometown together tomorrow. Ah...such relaxation. I relish these moments. *sigh of pleasure*

Credits to Soulmate for the picture

Was thinking of getting this jump suit from Soulmate. They call it a jumper. But I thought jumpers were those sweaters Mrs. Weasley makes for Ron and the others for Christmas in Harry Potter. Maybe I'm wrong. But anyway, the jump suits look totally adorable. I asked about the size and they told me it's a free size thing.

Now, the thing is, with dresses, free size is understandable. It's either just right, too short or too long. Either way, you'll be able to wear them. The thing with jump suits is that there is a height difference too it. Get the right size or you'll be having a hard time adjusting the straps and the material pinching your crotch. *snicker* Pardon the way I put things but it is a fact with jump suits. =3

Alas, the owner told me that it will not be able to fit me. I have to kiss my short fantasy of wearing that suit goodbye. It's so cute I could cry from not wearing it. =3= 

So much for my fantasy...

Monday mornings...bah!

It's already 12:25 in the morning on a Monday. I just finished poking at a Hello Kitty wool felt doll. I must say that took a little bit more effort than usual. I don't like to do lines so much compared to the bigger patches. But eh~~ sacrifices must be made for near perfection, oui?

Classes starts at 10am in the morning and I am dreading to wake up so early. 8am, on a Monday. And people wonder why they call it Monday blues? Well...then again, my Wednesdays are busier. Got to wake up at 6am for that day every week. I suppose they should change Monday blues to Wednesday grays. Doesn't sound too different now, does it?

To that someone...

Meh...Monday blues. One day before my so-called holiday starts. To heck with it. I should be looking forward to the whole thing. Unfortunately, sleepiness never seems to help with my moods. If only I get 36 hours every day. I would keep 10 hours everyday for sleeping. Just for sleeping. Sleeping is such of that a luxury for university students nowadays. *sigh* I wonder what has the university life turned into. I don't party. Which is why it makes me wonder.

Another day, another story. Perhaps I'll be bored enough to find something interesting to do. 

Ironic, I know. =)

One to the universe: A philosophy

Finally, a new blog is in place. Damn the new blogger interface. I didn't know where was what after being away from the blogging scene for a while that it took me 3 hours just to get the XML template in. There weren't many blog templates that I fancied, so I figured I'd choose one that suits my mood at the moment. Hopefully I won't be so fickle as to change it again within the next 24 hours. And yes, I am like that. Fickle.

Odd, isn't it? How time flies. Just yesterday I was sipping my hot chocolate, looking out into the pouring rain, contemplating the philosophies of life. *sigh* Oh wait...that was yesterday. Silly me. My memory doesn't serve me too well at times like this. Apologies.

*nose wrinkle* A new blog, a new chapter of life. I wonder what life has in store for me. To be honest, sometimes I look out into space and suddenly get this thought that I am but a human in the whole universe. It's as if I am but a soul, watching a movie through my eyes, Kaitlyn Emily's eyes, and watch everything unfold in her (my) life. I wonder if other people gets the same thoughts, or am I just that mental?

At times I just feel like I'm detached from the whole world. Not really detached. But somewhat like being in limbo watching a movie. A seemingly endless movie. I am Kaitlyn Emily. But I can also be Captain Hook running away from the crocodile, or Cinderella slipping away while leaving behind her glass slipper. Interesting, isnt it? When you think of it that way I mean. 

You're now living as who you are. Perhaps Arthur Cranberry or Peter Malador, well, whatever your name is anyway. You are living, right now, in the life of (insert your name here). Didn't you ever wonder if other people are seeing the same things you're seeing? Or if they are doing the same thing you're doing, but in a different location? Okay, granted. I don't make much sense at the moment because I'm in a state of half asleep and rambling. But I hope you'll catch my drift. It's something interesting to think about when you do catch it. Really...

Or maybe I am just that mental. :) Who knows.