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| Honorary Xanga - Cuz Cuz gets surgeryok ok another honorary xanga time.... it was all going well until cuz cuz decides to slip on the floor and fracture a couple of bones on my right foot so that i can extend my stay in hk and get surgery while i am here....oh my days!
Sitting in the hospital is not so fun....but i get to eat pizza chips, fried rice with hot dog and goo lo yuk. yum yum
so what happen - cuz cuz joe is sitting in the massage chair, phone rings so cuz cuz gets up to try to pick up the phone as she is running to the phone about 5 ft away, she slips on the mega waxed floor and falls on the wrong spot where the ankle / foot is deformed and pops back into the right decision and cuz cuz just Cries of pain......
cuz cuz rides in the ambulance for the first time where the ambulance dudes keeps talking about how this happened to one of them and it felt like it broke but instead it was just a sprain and he got 2 wks of paid leave.
who knew that cuz cuz subconsciously wanted to test the healthcare system in hk.....
soo lets talk about the good things about the trip -
we just got back from thailand...a 3 day 2 night trip full of thai iced tea, tom yum kong, foot massages
thai massage was very comfortable except we wonder if thai girl massages a guy.... we wonder if he would get aroused , what would they do if we fart on them while we are getting massages.
thai noodles in the noodle shop, mega big shrimps in chinatown, holding hands to cross the street, photo shoot of the korean guy who can't swim....kay kay put him to shame....
tanning on the poolside, went to the grand palace and wat pho - cuz cuz ko was dressed a bit slutty and wasn't allowed to see the big buddha.
in hk we got to see the big buddha on lantao island - we got to ride the bus with some cool monks and see the big buddha. big buddha and TAFIHH have a lot in common. they tell ppl to Talk to the hand...oh who is TAFIHH you asks.....TAFIHH is our prominent TOP ASIA FIXED INCOME HeadHunter....aka kay kay aka loretta...shes the shiet man! don't mess with her else she will tell you to jo dee tow (go to bed early)
In HK we went to christopher's wedding which was a huge production with a grand staircase of pics and the mc's that were not pretty, the lawyer who charged double for running 15 min and sticking herself in the wedding pics, the search for a rich husband through the bride and grooms' coworkers, the bridesmaid and groomsmen were not cute except for one guy who needed to tighten his tie.
dim sum with goo por where our attempt to treat was a big failure due to the waiter messing up and coming up to the table with the credit card asking if we were going to pay for someone else's meal...and then goo por got pissed and almost tripped to fight for the bill.
cuz cuz doesnt get bored during the day time when everyone is at work because she gets to have dates with lor ga leurng , cuz cuz goes to buy breakfast at the cafe and gets really cheap stuff like $2 US buys me 2 baos and wor teeps or soy sauce noodles and rice noodles.
cuz cuz introduced cuz cuz ko to apple bottom jeans , and boots the furs by FloRida and the soulja boy song where you can do superman and robocops dances.
none of cuz cuz ko's friend's know cuz cuz' name b/c i am only referred to as cuz cuz.
went to japanese buffet where vinny ordered random vegetarian foods that no one eats and decides he needs 6 of everything for us so instead of eating it we just put it on loretta's plate.
oh...we went to da been lo and had some awesome crystal char siu and nai you buns..it was soo good. christina can eat a plate full.
oh reunion with john wong was interesting....he is always so smiley
massage in china where we kicked these two girls out of their chairs so we can sit together and kay kay making the girl change all the towels and i thought those two girls were going to beat us up but turned out to be really nice telling me that i get a free drink and don't need to tip alot.
tbc when i think of more stuff.
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| Tuesday Shoesday, part deuxIn honor of this Tuesday, let's take a moment to mourn the loss of my brand-new amour du jour, my lovely gold sandals. The hurt is great for many reasons. The first is that that ann got them for my bday and they've been sent to an early grave before the big day has even arrived. The second is because goldie (yes i named her/them) is possibly the most comfortable pair of four-inchers I have ever owned in my entire life.
Anyway, I'm being melodramatic because Ann has already gone to the shop and they've agreed to replace them. But the point is, never again will I be able to wear them with the same reckless abandon, because I will forevermore be paranoid that I'm going to snap them in half again -- and there won't be anymore of them in my size in the rest of Hong Kong.
If some of these shoes could come to goldie's funeral, and if they should happen to decide to stay in my shoe closet forever, then goldie's early demise will not be in vain.
Goldie's farewell: A guestlist
if the world is a circus, galliano is my ringmaster.
genius. these were pitched as "driving shoes" (they don't exist yet) to the equivalent of the DMV somewhere down under. i'd heart them even if they didn't convert to flats.
marc jacobs backwards heel. you can tell hates women. there's are an ankle-breaking waiting to happen. and yet, i'm so intrigued... it's like the leather-jacket motorcycle-riding bad boy of footwear. you know it ain't good for you, and yet the attraction is unshakeable.
women always know what's best. miss malandrino gives us form and function.
i actually bought these in black leather for my mommy. i spent 10 minutes convincing someone else to give up her size 7s, then realized that the sizes run small. lucky mommy.
an homage to sex and the city s3 (hello carrie!) and project runway s3 (hello angela!) all at once. lurve, luv, lovvvve.
On a more whimsical note, I found this amid the "Apple hype" on the Safari startpage. It was an interview with the guy who created all these, and how useful his Mac was in helping him conceptualize, photograph and edit his images. Apple is the new Christianity, I swear. Except more popular.
   
And to end the day... I'm NEVER doing this. Shame on you, Angelina. Even if Valentino himself created the mini version for Zahara... NO! What happened to blood in a vial, angsty stupid tattoos and lesbian knifeplay?
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| Hot yoga for beginnersHome early on a Friday night and proud of it. Lan kwai has lost much of its luster and i'm finding xanga and xanth are much funner places to be.
I've been hearing a lot of hype about hot yoga of late and although i've always been pretty anti-yoga, i let ann sell me some hype and got convinced to go to a free trial session. i've never been particularly bothered about losing weight or getting fit because i'm faaabulous just the way i am, but then she told me it's re-eally good for your skin, and i'm never one to turn down anything free, so i went. here's what i learned.
1) it is pretty good for your skin. you sweat out a lot of your toxins or something like that, and non-stop shirt-drenching sweating gives you that "yoga glow". so mesmerizing was i that when i walked down lkf afterwards, the lan kwai version of spiderman came over and patted me affectionately on the head. that made me glad.
2) It's damn tiring. Yoga instructor (yogi?) says that if you feel out of breath or cannot breathe -- it's exercising in a freaking sauna, for crying out loud -- you should sit down, find your center and concentrate on deep breathing. But deep breathing is not very centering when you're inhaling the sweat-stink of 20 other people. that made me sad.
3) It's a good workout, but not really fast, so you don't feel as stupid when you're half a pace (okay, more like three paces) behind everyone else. that made me feel not too bad.
4) Men should not be allowed to do hot yoga topless. Guy in front of me in booty shorts was dripping from the tip of his hair to his very last toe. and everytime he turned, a couple of droplets would land dangerously close to me. they probably even landed on me without my noticing because it all just mingled with my own copious perspiration. that made me mad.
5) Your pee will be TOXIC the next day. i guess because the water content in your body drops so your pee is more concentrated, or maybe because of detoxing effects. i'm not sure why anyhow, but bright yellow pee is to be had.
6) I've actually been doing yoga for many years now, i realize. You know that position you take in the bathroom at a club when you KNOW that sitting on the seat is a bad idea, so you want to take that hovering stance, but you're kinda drunk and can't really support that stance without peeing all over yourself, so you put your hand out to steady your weight against the door? THAT'S YOGA! come on, that's pretty rad.
7) There is a purpose to "yogawear". All the pros were there in their long flowy pants and sporty tops, i'm in my baggy tshirt and running shorts. (no, i don't run either, so i don't know what i have running shorts). anyway, it's substantially harder to balance on one leg and hold your other knee up when your hand and kneecap are both slick with your own juicy sweat. cloth = traction. so, never will i go to hot yoga while scantily clad.
8) yoga is for narcissists. there's 3000 different yoga positions and 2976 of them require you to be standing on one leg. put me in four and a half inch stilettos and ask me to walk down d'aguilar drunk? no problem. stand on one leg and hook the other around the back of your calf? er... huh? plop. (that's the sound of me falling over) yogi bear says you need to be positioned so you're looking at yourself in the mirror in order to balance. why is that? is it because you, like the greek god of masturbation narcissus, become so intoxicated by the sight of yourself that you don't want to topple over and break the line of vision? anyhow, i had shamefully hidden behind the aforementioned maestro of sweat in the back row, so i had no mirror time. so next time, if there is one, i'll stand front and center (okay, who are we kidding -- middle row, slightly to the right near the door for a quick getaway) instead of hiding from my everyone and myself like a deadbeat dad.
the rhymes are getting pretty awful and so my insights into hot yoga must come to an end. next week: musings on the art of jazz funk. nothing more to add.
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| She's alive!Back on xanga after a prolonged hiatus caused by a case of the forgotten password. Props to Virgie for informing me: "just because it shows you seven ******* doesn't mean your password is seven characters". Who knew?
You learn something new every day.
Anyway, busy and productive work week, have news but will elaborate later. most know anyway. oh okay, i'll just spit it out: I'm pregnant. If you leave me nice eprops, i'll let you poke the fetus/my belly with a pencil to see if the baby kicks.
Ew, as if on cue, boss' kid comes wandering around and is now standing a mere five feet from my desk, taunting me into admitting the truth. Fine, I'm not knocked up but considering the amount of food i've been consuming of late and the growing circumference of my waistline, you'd think i was. (case in point, sitting on minibus, bump into ex-coworker, coworker asks where i'm going. to the gym, i say. coworker does the "onceover", then: "yeah, good idea") i just want so much to be part of the celebrity baby trend. instead, maybe i'll launch my own perfume.
More to come.
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| Fat, pimply and friendless: xtina's week of double-layered dissesCUZ... u miss the funny stories (and i know funny stories = stories in which tina looks stupid) so here they are.
Scenario 1
I'm asking Loretta if she thinks this girl I met (whom she has met before) is hot, coz I think she is.
Loretta says: "Nah, her body's like a pipe, man. Besides, ever since I started dating you, I prefer big girls."
Tina:  (where's the "mo loy" smileyface with a drop of sweat on his forehead?)
Scenario 2
Running around Watson's looking for a bottle of contact solution in the AM (pre-makeup, pre-teeth brushing, pre-face-washing...)
Sales lady stops me: Miss, can I help you? What are you looking for? (eyes skin infestation on left cheek) Are you looking for facewash?
Tina:
Scenario 3
At the door to Prive, whose bouncers seriously give u a new story to tell on a weekly basis.
Tina: Hi. Can I go in?
Bouncer 1: Just you?
Tina: Yep, just me!
Bouncer 2: No friends?
Tina: Nope, just me. (Thinking that it's easier to get in alone anyway)
Bouncer 1: Heh. Awww you don't have any friends? Heh heh heh (Beavis laugh).
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