30th May 2004
OMG I went to a massage cum spa (Sanctuary Spa or something, and $30) with Eileen and it was so cheap and good! Since this was supposed to be blogged out so long ago I have forgotten how exhilarated I was.
It�s just photos for you then.
Anyway, it�s the both of us without make-up!!!
Eileen looking very excited about getting a back massage later!
Look, the flowers are smiling at us! Muahahaha. The place is so nice, even the orchids smell nicer. Smooth wooden flooring, lots of fountains, and yes! LOTS of fluffy white towels, and Japanese slippers!
We quickly slipped into the red satin bathrobes and immediately felt like royalty. In fact, I contemplated asking one of the masseuse to feed me grapes to complete the experience but I am scared she might drown me in essential oil.
Anyway, yes, I look pretty unglam in raw form.
Aha! What could this cozy section be??
OUR SPA!!! I know it has a lack of petals and what�s-not but pardon us will you? We only paid $30 and the spa was complimentary!
Speaking of spas, I think spas are pretty stupid because all u do is to lie in there like a piece of char siew. However, the violent bubbling seems to slap my fats around a bit, so I think I might have got thinner after the spa.
In fact, I think I might have lost 1 kg. Yes, that must be it. In fact, I think I lost 2kg.
There was this weird room with a weird bathtub in it� I barged into the room when one woman was happily relaxing inside.
She gave me an offended look. The I�m-naked,-you-rude-bitch! look.
I hastily closed the door.
Eileen joined me then, and asked, �What�s inside?� and proceeded to barge in again.
The woman gave a scathing look.
�Oei, why you never tell me got people inside?!� demanded Eileen.
I laughed.
After the spa we proceeded to the BACK massage.
It was supposed to be one of those 30 min back only massage, but guess what? Somehow the masseuse had the idea that it was a FULL BODY MASSAGE!
I didn�t stop her. I am going straight to hell.
So anyway, it�s the first time I�m experiencing a high-class massage like this! It was all fluffy white sheets on the bed which looks like the one they cut corpses on.
And then they really have the hole for your face! Ha ha ha!!!
I was thinking of asking the lady if I could have a �special� and see what her reaction would be ha ha ha ha!! But I didn�t. Afterall, she�s handling my naked body and she must rub me with acid or something.
Overall, it was very orgasmic.
We ended up very happy customers, because they served us this nice ginger tea as well, complimentary of course.
Even people�s toilets are nicer.
*More coming up. And when I say more, I mean like, MORE.
The Spa
Ok I'm sorry. The long post will have to be another day, because I've got 4 assignments at hand now and I'm damn stressed up.
Ex American Idol finalist will be calling me (9.30am! *gasp*), and then there is Jay Chou's girlfriend, and then 13 Shaolin monks, and one more phoner with two Chinese singers. I am going to die.
SO NO BLOGGING.
OH FUCK IT! I can't stand it, here's a short one:
I was on my way home on bus 51 after watching The Punisher (3 stars coz there was a boob scene and the male lead can't seem to keep his shirt on), and it was late, like 11 plus.
The upper deck had only me and this uncle - sitted like this:
As shown, the uncle is the blue spot, while I'm the (make a wild guess!) pink spot.
So, THIS UNCLE STARTED TO TALK TO HIMSELF LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW!
Except...
He doesn't look like he's talking to himself. He was gesturing, and nodding his head in agreement sometimes, and even laughed.
He looked exactly like he was chatting animatedly with a person sitting on the grey-red spot. And that someone must be an excellent conversationalist too.
Except there was nobody there.
Of course, I passed off his mumblings as him being a siao hallucinater. Middle aged uncles often go crazy and talk to themselves, right? It is normal to talk to yourself, right?
So, he continued spouting Hokkien (which I don't understand) for another 10 minutes, and then he suddenly stopped.
"Thank god," I thought.
He looked up, and started turning his head clockwise slowly.
Towards me.
OMFG. I almost jumped out of my skin. Outside was pitch darkness, and it was only me and him on the bus...
He stopped short of looking directly at me, and his line of vision rested at.. yes, you guessed correctly, at the seat directly in front of me, where the grey spot is.
And he started talking to that empty spot again!!!!!!!!!!!! Was there something there that he could see and I couldn't?
I fled. That must have been one of the scariest moments of my life. *shivers*
This is so fucked up. Now I'm scared to off the lights.
BYE nightie!
HELLO new pic!
Nicer? Or do you prefer the old picture? Tired. REALLY long blog tomorrow to replenish the drought, I promise. =D
The eyes look a little weird you think? P/s: I enlarged my boobs a little too! Ha ha!
UPDATED 3rd JUNE 2004, 12:53PM
Little news flash here: Got nominated here for yet another weblog award.
I am sick and tired of hearing criticism about blogging for winning awards, so I'm not even going to try to win this.
So what's my point in telling you guys about the awards? Well, I just wanna say...
If I organised a blog award thingy, I WILL:
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WITH SONG LYRICS AS A BLOG ENTRY. SCREW YOU for wasting 0.05 seconds of my life reading the lyrics! When you go to other people's blogs, do you read their lyrics too? Huh?!
-DISQUALIFY... Come to think of it, anyone with songs on their blogs too. They scare my dog.
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WHO TYPES IN PARAGRAPHS OF MORE THAN 7 SENTENCES. Weblogging is not Secondary school English compo, people have no interest to scour through chunky paragraphs. That's not the way!
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WITH BAD, BLUR photos. Learn photoshop before putting up traumatic shots!
-DISQUALIFY ALL SILLY GIRLY BLOGS WITH star star cursors and flashing cutsy (not) gifs.
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WHO STARTS BLOG ENTRY WITH "DEAR DIARY". Stop acting like your stupid paper diary is the only thing reading you oh-so-secret blog!
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WITH TOO SMALL FONT SIZES. Singaporeans are myopic enough as it is. Especially if this one is in conjuntion with the 3rd point, I will personally kill the nominee.
-DISQUALIFY ANYONE WITH "I AM FEELING ____" SMILEYS. I just don't like it.
Blame me will you? I'm the Simon Cowell of blogging. And don't come hounding on me if (very likely) your blog contains one or more of the above elements. Those are just MY opinions. :)
In the end, I hope something looking decent and chic will win. And of course, with good content too. =)
*Waves to owner of cynics.info if you are looking at this*
AND YES. I know the owner spelt my name as XieXue or something. It's not funny. Don't laugh. -_-
Yes yes, I know I'm DARN lucky to get (not one but two!) Gmail accounts. It seems that they are giving it to only a very small portion of active bloggers - some people with a year of blogs did not even get any.
And lookie what people are doing!
I'm amazed. Selling Gmail. What next? And oh yeah I don't have any invites, quite bugging me!
More blogs later. I'm in the ghost town of Raffles Place right now coz I stupidly went to work without checking my roster - which states I should be off today.
How frustrating!
Meanwhile, I'm excited coz I'm gonna see her on Friday. =D
Hows the new template?
Changed the format of the spoof site and changed the FAQs site as well, can go have a look!!!
Meanwhile, precisely because I was so darn busy uploading my archives' pictures (for your viewing pleasure, mind you), I did not have time to blog, although I got loads to blog about.
Uploaded around 170 pictures, thus increasing my "average post per week" statistics to a gasping NINE entries a week. Can you imagine?!
I love my blog. It's so darn pretty now. *smiles in a self-satisfied manner*
Since you get nothing to read, I shall put in a nice photo for you to see, taken a long time ago:
Muahahaha. That's me and Eileen btw.
Love,
Xiaxue
It's 4.06am, and I need a boyfriend. =(
I have a confession to make.
I met this guy at a party last Saturday.
He is smart, he is not-bad looking, and he is obsessed with me.
I kinda like him too.
The only problem is... He is 42 - and fucking rich (not that that is a problem). He has this yacht which costs $2.2 million, and his bungalow at Sixth Ave is four storeys high.
In his Jag, I told him it is impossible this relationship works out. He is as old as my father!
He pressed a wad of $100 bills into my hands, looked deep into my eyes, and said that he would do anything to be together with me. He wants me to be happy.
I relented. I am so ashamed of myself. We had sex. And it was good.
He said he would give me time to think. The next day, he presented me with a cyan box. THAT TRADEMARK CYAN BOX that every woman wants.
Look what he bought me! It is just so beautiful....
JUST KIDDING!
Did you, for a moment thought the bracelet was REAL??? Like, true blue Tiffany & Co??
Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Fooled you didn't I??!
I'm a cheapo la! I bought the bracelet at an, ahem, pasar malam store today at a freaking low price of $14.50. Well at least it was SUPPOSED to be $14.50. At such a horrendous price, I still managed to lower it to $12!!! Can you believe it??! So cheap.
Isn't it so nice?!
Hey if you see me on the streets, don't go tell your friend that my bracelet is fake ok? *winks*
Hiyah I know you will anyway. Go ahead. At least I am honest. For half a blog entry. =D
On a side note, has anyone noticed that the MSN photos are very funny?
Besides the ostrich, I think this one looks damn funny too!
Ha ha! Look at his yellow eyes (one big one small) and refined cheekbones! Where got skull blue colour one??! And if you squint a little, you will even notice that he has a... RIDICULOUS GREEN TONGUE!!! =D
Xiaxue, out. (speaking of Idol, I think Fantasia looks... really ugly. So does the other girl anyway, so I shall shut up.)
