That was what prom was called. It means see you again in italian. Doesn’t it sound beautiful? I am going to learn italian and maybe live in Italy for a while (inspired by liz gilbert in eat pray love)

Actually, the name is lamely true, because we would be seeing each other again during results day which is just around the weekend. 

okay this is stupid, I rotated the picture correctly already but tumblr’s amazing photo uploader has blatantly rotated it to my distaste. 

Backgroud info: On the 27th December 2010, my classmates Vanessa, Chen Shu and I went to vivo to shop for our prom stuff.

1st incident: We entered pull and bear and I was looking for plain tank tops, i proceeded to search the whole store for them but failed to find any (except for those on the models), unconvinced that there weren’t any in the store, I looked around to find a shop assistant. I searched high and low but found none, finally I looked behind and saw an Indian man with golden highlights folding clothes at a particular sale section, I immediately approached him and asked :

” Excuse me, do you guys sell plain women’s tank tops?”

He stared at me blankly for a second or two before replying: “Sorry, I don’t work here.”

Mortified, I apologised and ran off to find Vanessa and Chen Shu in the shop and hid behind them for a good five minutes until the guy went away. Vanessa and Chen Shu didn’t help much by laughing at me, I thought of the time Chen Shu chased me until I fell face-down in the mrt station. I cried. (trying to emulate Snape’s Diary)

I wanted to dig a hole and hide my face in it.

2nd incident: Van, CS and I were chilling at starbucks when I felt a sudden urge to go to the toilet, so I grabbed my handphone and walked briskly to the toilet. In the cubicle, I placed my phone on the toilet paper dispenser. After doing whatever business I had set out to do, I got out of the cubicle,washed my hands and strode out of the toilet. When I was halfway there, I sensed a lack of weight in my hands, it literally struck me that I left my handphone in the cubicle. A lot of thoughts flashed before my eyes: A random stranger coming in and stuffing my iPhone in her bag, my iPhone falling into the toilet bowl etc. , I got super anxious and flustered I sprinted back to the toilet. When I entered the toilet I noticed the toilet looked kinda different. 

“OH MY WORD WHY ARE THERE URINALS IN THE TOILET” as i thought that, I ran into a guy who was about to pee , he got a rude shock , so did I . 
I apologised and ran out of the toilet and ran into the correct toilet, grabbed my iPhone which was sitting where i left it (Thank God) and ran back to starbucks. After telling Van and CS about it , I expected sympathy from them but instead received roars of laughter. Thanks guys. I just thank God that the guy I bumped into in the toilet was still clothed waist-down. 

They wanted to take a picture of my flustered look with me looking severely disturbed and with my hair in a colossal mess. 

and this has been another embarrassing episode in my life.