Archive for April, 2007
April 26 2007: Aqua-Tinged Reminiscing
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Over the past few days, I’ve been uploading my old CDs onto iTunes. As a result, I:
- Have four days worth of music, and am still uploading
- Am listening to songs I haven’t heard for years
Anyone remember Aqua? As I was uploading their debut “Aquarium” album1, I found myself reminded of someone I had gone to primary school with. He could probably be defined as the first in a long string of best guy friends - we used to hang out together at recess (and we all know how that’s the definition of ‘best friend’ when you’re ten years old).
In any case, we used to have a special set of non-verbal actions that we used to use in order to ‘talk’ to each other in class during silent reading time, actions that were based on songs that were popular at the time. For example:
- Miming licking a lollipop to represent Aqua’s “Lollipop (Candyman)”
- Weird hand movements for Madonna’s “Frozen” (watch the MV, you’ll see what I mean)
- Fluttering a hand as though it was a butterfly flying away (Mariah Carey’s “Butterfly”)
- Clutching at one’s chest in agony (Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On”)
I wonder whatever happened to James Hunt. If he ever googles his name and finds himself here…please, please email me. I’d like to catch up, if only to thank you for being the first male to show me that not all boys have cooties, and that some boys can be fun to be with.
And in other news, I bought a pair of black stirrup Witchery pants from David Jones today for $7.95. They were originally $99.95. I…wow. Just, wow.
1Don’t laugh! There’s no greater joy in life than to be driving with the windows down with “Barbie Girl” blasting from the speakers.
April 25 2007: Detox
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Every once in awhile, I like to have a complete detox. For up to a week, I will only drink water, and will only eat what we Cantonese call “qing” food, natural foodstuffs that don’t have additional flavourings, etc. added to it. You’d be surprised what something as simple as strawberry jam has added to it.
For instance, last year I ate nothing but congee for a week (it conveniently coincided with when I had my wisdom teeth out and couldn’t eat anything solid anyway…). The year before that, I ate nothing but oranges and cucumbers for four days.
Starting tonight, I’ll be doing the congee detox again for another week. It works, it really does. I lost three kilos last time around (some extra kilos that I needed to lose!), and simply felt healthier because my system wasn’t bogged down with a million and one different ingredients.
If you’re not sure if a detox diet plan is for you, then there’s one simple thing to do. Write down absolutely everything you eat in one day. Not the meals themselves (e.g. peanut butter and jelly sandwich), but the ingredients that go into it: peanuts, strawberries, sugar, wheat, yeast, flavouring no.69, etc. etc.). If this list goes above a hundred items for the whole day (breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner), then you need to detox.
It’s worth it - you’ll feel healthier. There are visible improvements too - with the amount of water you’ll be drinking on the detox diet, your skin will clear up. Remember kiddoes, drink at least two litres a water a day for perfect dewy skin!
A note: I’m not advocating this type of a diet on a permanent basis. In fact, I don’t recommend anyone follow this type of eating plan for more then a week - it’s designed to clear the toxins from your body, not to lose weight dramatically.
April 24 2007: A Beautiful Clone
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Whilst out on one of my many shopping expeditions, I was windowshopping in one of the largest malls in the southern hemisphere. A salesperson takes my hand as I’m looking in the window of FCUK, and guides me over to the stand he has set up in the center of the walkway.
“Good morning beautiful,” he says in a Argentinean accent.
I swoon. It doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes…a near Rodrigo Santoro clone.
“Today I’m going to show you some of our new products,” he continues, squirting hand lotion onto my hands and rubbing it in. I go weak at the knees. “This is our new hand lotion with a base of lavendar and rosemary, designed to invigorate the skin and promote healthy blood circulation.”
He examines my fingernails. “Now, how often do you get your nails done?”
“Rarely,” I manage to squeak out, blushing furiously. “I can never seem to find the time”.
“Ah, I’m glad you said that,” he replies, bringing out a large block. “Watch me buff the surface of your nails with this. The white side clears the buildup of dead cells. This blue side draws the natural oil from under your fingernails to the surface, giving you naturally glossy fingernails.”
I’m amazed. It’s true. My nails are suddenly perfect. I’m even more in love with him than I was before - a man who can flatter your ego and make you look even better than you already do? Amazing! It took all my willpower to stop myself from jumping on top of him and dragging him home.
From my experience with this one salesperson, I hereby declare that all travelling salespeople should be Argentinean, incredibly hot, possessed of highly-developed flattery skills, and with a label stuck to them stating “Warning: Danger of Infatuation”.