It's A Jungle Out There

I've always been pretty comfortable in the changing rooms of the gyms I go to. I've never been really bothered or adverse to seeing fellow women-folk changing out completely in front of their lockers.

Perhaps having come from a girls' school, where changing out into our PE attire without having to go to the toilets was quite "an art" to master, I am one who thinks that it's not such a big deal changing out in front of the other ladies. As long as it is discreet enough, with some level of decency and courtesy to the others around.

This thus brings me to the point of my entry today. At this point, I apologise to the guys reading in, it may get a little too detailed and uncomfortable for your liking. So stop here if you have to!

Yes, it was THAT traumatic that I have to put this down. I've noticed her before. It was her super long straight 小倩-like hair that ends at her butt that caught my attention. And her sanitary napkin that was sticking out of her tongs (yes! how these 2 are supposed to be used together, I have no freakin' idea). SORRY GUYS!!!

Never mind. It could be a case of emergency for her that day, perhaps she had no other choice. I can deal with that.

This evening, I saw her again. She was wearing a long gown of leopard prints. Leopard prints could sometimes be quite ok, though I would rather be caught dead than wearing one. But this gown of hers, it looked like a mix of some African mama's big dress and some auntie's sleeping gown. Ok that's disturbing enough.

Then, she took off her "gown". Top was black, tongs were white. That's already a no-no, by the simple basics of "matching colours". Both undergarments were taken off next, and lo and behold, she turned and started strutting around the changing room. Towards the vanity mirror, then off to the shower room.

She walked nekkid right towards me. I didn't think I would have been that traumatised, if not for what I saw. And I thought seeing those pictures from the Ed*s*n Ch*n drama was enough to warrant more business for waxing parlours.

No, this one wins hands-down. I've never seen such a riot. SORRY!!! But sometimes, a little bit of pruning will be that much better. I know I didn't need to look if I didn't want to, but she was THERE, right in front of me. I was too much in shock. I found myself gasping for air, not sure whether it was from the vigorous session of body combat just before, or the "breathtaking sight".

Ok, you might be wondering why I was standing around - I was waiting for a lady to finish using her locker that was right below mine.

Concluding this seemingly "boliao" post, I am not saying that every gal should go out and get a brazilian right away. No, you don't have to. But like the crowning glory on your head, I think we should all have some good grooming sense.

The Heng Killers

Heck, I just killed a lizard. Come to think of it, I not only hate ants. I detest anything creepy crawlie!!

It was there on the window sill. I ran faster than I did at gym today, to grab my buddy, Baygon. I sprayed at it like nobody's business. I was quite surprised to see that it didn't move as fast as its counterparts usually would.

Upon closer inspection, which was actually a very hair-raising moment, I realised that it was bai-ka-bai-chiu - it had only 1 arm, 1 leg and no tail left. I swore my hair was standing by then, as I shrieked for my partner-in-crime to come clean up the mess/evidence.

Good thing that it was next to the window, so The Boy nudged it out quite easily. All these while I was crinching in half fear, half disgust in the background, swearing away.

After the deed was done, The Boy turned around and said, "I saw him trying for a last ditch attempt to cling on for life with his only arm lor." And I actually felt quite guilty and went, "HUH?! Really?"

Am I going to bed, imaging the lizzy crawling back up the window, with its scaly arm reaching out to me, screaming "Nooooooooooooo!!!"? Damn. Now, not only would I be afraid of the ants taking revenge on me at night, now I have to worry about one-arm lizzy.

I Just Need A Bed

I've been ploughing through countless of Rome, Florence etc accommodation options on the various websites for the last few days.

Firstly, they are REALLY expensive. An average of S$300-400 per night, for 14 nights, now that's going to be a big hole in our pockets! *faintz* Next, because we are getting quite close to departure (yay!), the options are slowly diminishing. What I'm left with, they are either WAY too expensive, or really quite gaudy in the furnishings. Hmmmmmm..... hope I'm not in trouble.

We're basically not very fussy about our choice of accommodation. Key features would have to be that of a good location within reasonable reach, an en-suite bathroom, and a LIFT within the building. Nice breakfast, safe neighbourhood, friendly hosts.... so, wish me luck as I continue the search!

>_< (an attempt at drawing a cross-eyed face here)

Acing It!

I've got this on my desktop at work. Makes it feel as if it's quite a proud achievement eh? *grins*


Celebrating the shopaholic in me, indulging the bimbo in me. Sometimes, it feels better than the accomplishments attained as a black suit-clad professional. In fact, it IS quite true that not everyone has the stamina and endurance to shop non-stop. The phrase "shop till you drop" does have an element of truth in it.

And here's another really cute one as well. With such proclamations, we can get away with anything!! ;)

F1: You Drive Me Crazy

Yes, the media is hot now that news of the hefty levy on hotels is confirmed. Hot on my non-Blahnik heels too. What can I say? "It's great for the country, it's great for the government!"

Why say anything that everyone already knows about? Why talk about the obvious? Are we living in a suppressed environment? This time next year, it'll be so busy that I might be crazy enough to just opt for a Ferrari F1 car to run me over instead. Or any car for that matter.

And whilst I'm at it, why not check out those obscure words in the glossary of racing terms? I need to know what I'm talking about right?