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Saturday, July 28, 2007

french pedi @ fingerwork

Went for a French pedi @ Fingerwork at Boat Quay on JZ's recommendation. It's really not bad! The owner, Melissa is a really nice lady and she makes you feel comfortable right from the get-go. It's probably the only place where you'll feel relaxed enough to start chatting to the other customers about overseas trips and the likes. I feel that at Fingerwork, I pay not only to get really awesome French pedi (special discount for SMU students!) but rather you pay for the whole experience.

I first went on Wednesday night, and accidentally scraped the not-yet-dry white polish. Came back the next day and she fixed it for free, throwing in a homebaked chocolate cake! Really really sweet. And she called me 'young and sweet'. OK fine I can hear you laughing... But hey that was a nice compliment!

But then on the way back to work I experienced an acute phobia for feet. Do you know how many feet there are in an MRT??? There was this overweight fella who lumbered around and pushed everybody into the MRT with just his aura. If I get stepped on by him that's it for my French pedi! There was this aunty who was SMS-ing and wasn't looking at where she was going. Harlow??? And then the kiasu office ladies who pushed their way around with their boobs and pointy heels. And the workers carrying trolleys around - OMG! I think I was the most high-strung person in that train station.

Anyhoo will post a sample pic of the French pedi once I figured out how to airbrush bruises & bunions away (my feet are really grossly deformed after rolling all around the Victoria Theatre stage). Here's the website for Fingerwork in the meanwhile:

http://www.fingerwork4you.com/

mon has bin bad at 12:39:00 PM

Friday, July 27, 2007

urban pulse / zouk pictures posted on facebook

Wow. I must be really sleepy because I mistook a black binder clip in office for a huge deformed spider.

Urban Pulse is over, leaving me with a bittersweet feeling. Relief – more free time from now. Longing – why was it over so fast?

My favourite moment on stage was doing Ryan’s item, during the chorus of the song Happy Birthday. The slow 4 counts when we pull our fists down from head height to below the hips. It’s a very simple movement but at those precise 4 moments I felt the overwhelming forlorn sadness described in the lyrics. It was then that I felt most alive and most connected to dance.

So despite his erratic schedule Ryan’s managed to bring the best out of us. Heh.

I can’t decide whether I’m happy or otherwise at this point in time. Everything is going swimmingly – internship, social life, BOSS. I can’t believe I conquered BOSS by getting every one of my Ideal Timetable classes. Money does make the world go round!

Yet I can’t help but to feel that I’m still haunted by demons. Envy, greed, sloth – the deadly sins. I envy those with more prestigious internships and jobs. Despite my GPA will I ever be able to earn as much as them? And that links nicely to greed. The thirst for more, always more. The highest possible starting salary with crazy bonuses. Material goods left, right and centre. But then I’m as lazy as a sloth. Heh.

Was about to go pee but then the song starting on my iTunes stopped me (have formed habit of iTune-ing during work hours). It’s Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon. Totally the soundtrack of my life!

Anyhoo, Zouk yesterday was mad. Syd & Jess already drank at St James together with Jess’s friend Audrey so they were high and screaming like banshees when I met them at Phu. So OK I was screaming too but that’s just reflex. Took loads of pics. Loads loads loads. In all of them we look like drunkards.

Then there’s Jing. Leaving in less than a week… If that’s no reason to party like there’s no tomorrow, then I don’t know what is. K babe. I’ll miss your birthday like you missed mine last year. So it’s gonna be my turn to get you something online. Haha.

Loads of drinks. Jing’s friend Yingquan brought Absolut Peach. Continued drinking vodka jugs inside. With Red Bull, lime and don’t know what else. G&T. Bellini. Long Island (did I even drink that?). Flaming. But Mon the amazing un-pukable machine didn’t puke, just got high. All the way til the morning. Am I good or what! Of course that means answering my mum with nods and headshakes because if I open my mouth she can smell the alcohol.

Fuck. This blog entry so erratic. But I suppose it’s a good first attempt at revival.

mon has bin bad at 12:59:00 AM

Friday, July 13, 2007

from the bimbotic to the bitchy

Nnnnnggghhh.
Using every bit of mental strength I possess NOT to bitch about w*rk.
Cannot cannot. Must maintain professionalism.


mon has bin bad at 11:40:00 AM

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

a frivolous post for chloe!

Men.

Men are like tampons. Disposable and you only need them when you are hormonal.

Men are like shoes. Seem great when you first try them on but after a while they become a pain to walk with.

Men are like clothes in a Mango sale. The only ones left when you finally found the time to go looking are the dodgy ones.

Men are like bad haircuts. They don't show their true colours until it's way too late to undo the damage.

Men are like bikini waxes. Painful and you don't know why you spent money on them.

mon has bin bad at 12:34:00 AM

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

love, body, soul

I'm ambivalent about what I should write about. And also about whether I should even be writing at all. It's 1 AM and I have 2 long days waiting ahead. Workdanceworkdancework. All I could look forward to is 3 weeks from now when everything's done. Done done done. Major project done and Urban Pulse done. I'm so occupied I can't even find the time to sell off the 2 extra tickets I have on 3rd row. Sob.

Anyhow. That's not really the point. I'm gonna start with a more frivolous discussion first about one's body. Basically right, it's pretty difficult to 'have it all'. Either you're booby and flabby or you're toned and have peas up there. I hadn't shed all the weight I gained back in UK up til now and as such, I had thunder thighs but up there they were doin' good (tho sadly in the sorry single state that I am, I'm the only person who could respectfully admire them). But then I fell sick for two weeks. I coughed my lungs out and apparently phlegm dissolves fat because half of my tummy disappeared. Sadly flesh in other areas disappeared as well which made me wary that the VS stuff I ordered would not fit. Cue frantic attempts at drinking milk, milk and more milk before order gets here!

Love is even trickier. I've been pondering over it and I've come to the sad conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I've never really loved anyone. Be in love? Sure. I bet you my painful purple pumps that everyone has fallen in and out of love, and then in and out again, countless of times. But loving someone is a different thing.

How could you say you love someone when the person irritates you sometimes? How could 'love' dissipate with distance? How could 'love' catalyses fantastic quarrels which end up in fantastic make-up's? That's passion, that's being in love. It's not exactly love, is it?

After thorough research (you know, like, in my head), I conclude that LOVE is that thing that fades into dull, monotonous routine as you get old together. It's the routine where a crazy moment makes you attempt to make love when you're both in your sixties, but have to stop after 2 minutes because he strained his back. And in the end you spend the rest of the night taking a slow stroll outside so that he could catch his breath.

It's just that thing that makes you feel the compulsion to give each other kisses sometimes, even though your lips feel dry and wrinkled and your teeth are all shaky. You see, it's not the sensation at the moment that is wonderful about the kiss. It's the memories that the action jolts to remembrance. The beautiful giddy days of being IN love, the eloped weddings, the stupid alcohol-imbued tattooing of each other's names, the crazy can't-get-enough-of-you youthful libido.

Love is patient, love is kind, love is comfortable, love is simple, love is also boring.

But you don't mind it anyway because it's, well, love.

I guess that's just my interpretation. Jaded, because none of my relationships have been straightforward. There've always been complications. I pray to God it will be simpler in future. I'm sick and tired of 'passionate' quarrels and games. I want something real and solid. And now the waiting begins.

PS: Yingzhou is hot even though he is balding!

mon has bin bad at 1:01:00 AM