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Monthly Archives: September 2006

Capturing a beautiful moment

Peroxide my gorgeous face

A fleeting moment of my youth, of me in full bloom, happy and carefree (because I put all thoughts of midterms and term papers out of my mind). I am a backup vocalist for the Eusoff Hall band, and I got roped in to sing backup for the Twamudaz during their Peace Day Concert at the Somerset Youth Park.

Our photographer’s a real talent, he made everyone look good, even me. I can’t believe how good I look, I rarely take a good photo of myself. This is good enough to print out and frame. There are a couple of other shots with me in it, but this is the only one where I’m the star. Ah, supernova dreams.

Life is short, so work hard, play hard and pray hard. And if you’re so inclined, rock hard. One day I’ll be old and decrepit, but I’ll have the memory of my youth. Build yours while you still can. Make your mistakes, and live your life, for you pass this way but once.

The aboriginal peoples were right. That picture right there is a tiny piece of my soul, on display for the world to see.

Code Beige, Stat!

I had to stage a fashion intervention today.

I was heading to the library when the awful, catastrophic sight of an exposed bra presented itself. Some girl ahead of me was wearing a black halter, and from the rear it was painfully obvious that

a) her bra did not match the colour of her top

b) the “invisible” straps she was using to hold up the bra were adjusted a little bit too tightly.

From the back, a typical halter looks like a tube top. (For the benefit of those who are less informed.) So the back of her bra was riding up for all the world to see, and worse still, it appeared that the hooks were coming undone. Like, total OMG.

I didn’t want to bring it directly to her attention, since an etiquette column advised not bringing such indecencies to the perpetrator’s attention, in case it turns out to be intentional. But I just couldn’t let it slide. She was walking with a friend, so I gently brought it to the friend’s attention and quick-stepped away. It’s their problem what to do about it.

You may call me a presumptious busybody, but I was working on the principle of least harm. No one wants to see your undergarments, you don’t want to show off your undergarments (especially if the colour doesn’t match), therefore undergarments should remain precisely that, for the optimum non-harm level.

Besides, I was assuming that no one seriously wants to be showing off her bra that way. I might have been wrong, but for the sake of fashion in the Arts faculty, I had better be right.

Oh, and I hate, hate, hate those silly “invisible” straps. Are we supposed to pretend we can’t see them, when they’re right there on public display? Please, invest in a good strapless bra that you can trust not to slip down. Or try one of the many other solutions available on the market today. Why spoil a lovely top with *bleah* slightly-yellowed rubbery straps? Honestly.