An Offering

I tend to let music run in the background until something gets my attention. In this case, it was this bunch of lines, which I don’t think I’ve heard anyone verbalise so well:

If you give me half a chance
I’ll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true

To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

Pluck it right out of the dark, dusty closet in the back of my heart where I buried it with cement shoes on.

Ask me what I want in a man and I will have to think about it for a couple of days, before typing up a list that may be detailed and precise and ultimately describe someone who simply doesn’t exist on the basis that we’re all human here.

These lines just about summarises it, although I would like him to be as “patient, kind, faithful and true” as I’m willing to be to the right guy. You can be everything in the second paragraph and still be an abusive, philandering puppy kicker.

Enjoy the song, and the last entry I wrote about flying solo.

Lyrics below cut.

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You know it’s meant to be when you decide to walk into Aussino to see what kind of sheets they have in stock, immediate see something you want, and then find that they have a generous discount for members AND it’s the last day of their extremely quiet sale.

I only buy bed linen once every few years, usually when the current two in rotation starts showing wear and tear. In my case, I only have one quilt cover and only recently thought of getting a second one when one corner of mine disintegrated in the last laundry run.

The above image was taken from the packaging.

I originally wanted the green one cause it was the first one I saw, but they didn’t have any more for singles. They did, however, had it in pink. I also got a set of fitted sheets in brown, from the T-sheet series.

I spent a bomb on this but without the convenient discount, I probably won’t have gotten anything at all.

Yay, new sheets!

Perfect Fit

After we came out of Ta Kiong this afternoon, Fariah and I were approached by a promoter for Libresse, a new sanitary napkin that have only been in the market for two months. The lady asked us if we heard of it and I said no, mainly because I’ve been using cloth pads I got from Tiny Tapir most of this year.

We found out that Libresse is from the makers of Pampers, at which Fariah turns to me and said, “It’s adult Pampers!”

But hey, it’s free shit (pun not intended) so I traded in my privacy and received a box of samples. They also had a personality quiz, which we both took, and were rewarded with a print out “bookmark” with our results on it.

I’m a Melancholic, which means I’m depressed but creative, classy but suspicious. Fariah took one look at my card and burst out laughing.

“No wonder we’re such good friends!” she said.

Not surprisingly, she’s a Choleric and the quiz is right about us being bosom buddies. We strolled off with our pad samples and our cards, knowing that we didn’t need a quiz to tell us what we already knew but it’s nice to be acknowledged by a machine anyway.

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