Salsa!

Are you into salsa? No… I am not referring to salsa sauce but Salsa dancing! Yup… you might realize that more and more young people are taking up salsa. Salsa is the IN thing now! Yeah!

Latin dances like Cha Cha, Salsa and Rumba are not longer just for retirees or uncles-aunties who dance in community centers. (Nothing against uncles and aunties though)
Now, you will see really sexy, gorgeous and sensual ladies strutting their salsa moves in salsa bars and men… hrm, nice men dancing around also lah.

I was first introduced to Salsa around 2 years ago when I was in New York. Salsa dancing is pretty big in the States and that many fellow colleagues and trainees were from Latin America, so naturally hopping into salsa clubs and bars was inevitable and that was how I fell in love with Salsa.

Some of you might know that I am very into dancing. Yup… love dancing. Was doing some Hip Hop and funk, did a little of jazz, but unfortunately did not have the time and cash to continue my passion for jazz.

Anyway, back to salsa… due to limited monetary resources (I was just a poor trainee), I did not attend proper salsa classes and thus, did not pick up proper salsa till around 5 months ago.

So ever since last December 04, I attended salsa classes with “ Two Left Feet” – Dance School. The instructors are a bunch of dedicated teachers, who are ever so willing to teach and improve their students’ moves. Not forgetting to mention that the 2 female instructors are so HOT, HOT, HOT and male instructors are simply yummy… …

For some eye candy, as well as to know more about this dance school, check out this link:

http://www.two-leftfeet.com/

Boeing Boeing!

Watched this play last Friday, 22 April 2005 and had quite a good laugh! For those who are unfamiliar, Boeing Boeing is a drama from Wild Rice Production and already had its original run about 2 years ago. So, this was actually its second run and the very last show was on last Saturday.

Plot - About a man who has 3 girlfriends, who are air stewardesses. Miss SIA, Miss Cathay Pacific and Miss JAL, and how he got out this sticky situation when all 3 of them were stuck in Singapore due to technical problems at the airport.

Miss SIA – Typical Singapore Ah Lian. She was so loud and irritating and her singlish was giving me a headache… I hate ah lians. Esp pretty ah lians.

Miss Cathay Pacific – Favourite character in the play! She is so funny (acted by Pam Oei) and her Hong Kong accent was sending me into fits of laughter. The moment she opened her mouth, I started laughing… Just like dat.

Miss JAL – very act cute… (okok… she was very cute though) Sorry, I don’t like girls who ACBC (Act Cute Buay Cute)… even if they are really very cute. But her Japanese accent was indeed very convincing.

All in all, it was an enjoyable play… nothing mind-boggling where one would reflect upon oneself, but something light and hilarious. It was a stress-reliever. Good for a Friday night.

Oh… there was a good joke in the play:

Miss SIA: Do you know what is so great about Singapore?

Robert (This suaku boy from Kuching, Malaysia, friend of Miss SIA’s boyfriend): Hrm… democracy???

Miss SIA (very worked up): Are you trying to be funny???!!!!

Haha. I hope I will not get arrested for posting that joke.

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O yah, another thing: Singapore Art Festival 2005 - The Season of Brilliance.

Ok… this deserves another blog but since I am already writing one… …

Took a look at this year’s programs, as well as the design of the pamphlet, I must say that I am pretty impressed.

Two performances caught my eye:
1) Swan Lake from the Royal Ballet (UK)
2) “Yao Jing” (which means Evil Spirits in Chinese)

Swan Lake – No introduction required. Although I have already watched Swan Lake before in New York, performed by the ABT (American Ballet Theatre). It was marvelous! As expected, everything from costumes, choreography to the props and the backdrop of each scene were super-nice and super-drama-mama. Definitely got my money’s worth. Of course, the buns-of steel AND the beautiful legs of the ballerinas definitely add some punch to the Eye Candy Factor. I can’t say the same for The Royal Ballet, but I believe it should kick-ass!

Yao Jing – This play fuses contemporary theatrical styles with the traditions of FIVE (not one, not two, but FIVE ok!!! Mai Xiao Xiao!) Chinese Opera forms. Storyline: The five infamous beauties spanning 5000 years of the Chinese history, whose tragic fates were intertwined with the destinies of fallen empires. Were the sublime beauties venomous serpents (and thus, Yao Jing) who caused the downfall of empires? Or were they mere tragedies brought about by lust, desire and foolishness?

Sounds damn cool right???!!!

But there’s one catch: All Male Cast. Which means… the 4 Chinese beauties are actually “ah gua”.

Can’t convince my beloved to watch this at all…

“What? You want me to watch 4 men pretending to be the 4 Great Beauties of China? Waste my time only… … …”

Typical man.

Need to jio jio my girlfrens on this liao.

This is the reason why I can't allow my beloved to go Japan with PA. Temptation is everywhere! And men is weak.. ...

Will you allow him to go Japan?

My beloved said that he wana go Japan… and I was like “YEAH! I wana go Japan too!”

Then he said, “I wana go with PA”

PA is his friend, an investment banker based in London, who is earning lots of money and thinks that he is some big f**k. I call him PA because PA = Pompous Ass.

My immediate reaction was “WHAT??!! With him??”

(Alarm goes off in my head)

I told him dryly, “If you go Japan with him, I will go to Spain with the wildest girlfriend I ever have and will definitely have a hell-of-a-time.”

(Don’t ask me why Spain, I don’t even think Spaniards are cute, Italians seem cuter)

Tit-for-tat. So freaking childish right?

But he fell for it. “Huh? Spain… no no no, then why don’t you come along with me to Japan?”

“Nope. Don’t like PA.”

“Ok, we’ll do without him, but you will have to get a cute Jap girl for me and we’ll have a threesome together.”

“Ok, deal. Better than to have you fool around in Japan without me.”

O yah… I forgot to mention that PA is renowned to be this slime-pig, who pays for prostitutes. Not any normal whores ok… they are either models or super models. Cost about 300 – 500 pounds a night.

That’s like 1000 to 1500 Sing Dollars. Rich bastard, I hate him.

Boring life = boring blog

I was just lamenting to another fellow friend-blogger that I am bored at work. This came across as rather surprising because I am still new on my job and there is still tons of stuff for me to read and understand. So, technically, I should NOT be bored.

But I am. Bored.

Don’t wana read anything… just wana waste my time away and wallow in self-pity.

Yup… self pity. I guess everyone wallows in self-pity once in a while and today’s my turn. So, please… indulge me.

I came to realize that I am a boring person. So, with a boring life, how to write anything interesting?

B-o-r-i-n-g. At least at this moment in my life… nothing interesting is really happening in my life but yet, I am not exactly unhappy about that either.

So I guess I am upset that I am not upset about my boring life. Am I confusing anyone here?

That’s what Singapore can do to you. Make you accept that life is about earning money (and spending that money in Singapore-built casinos), get married, have THREE babies, hire a maid (who hopefully will NOT kill you or throw your 3 babies down your HDB flat), work our ass off to prove ourselves to “foreign talents”, pay a hand & a leg for a car AND save 2 million for our retirement, all at the same time.

Woah… so with that, how can life in Singapore be boring?

I must be mistaken.

Maybe… since I am a b-o-r-i-n-g person, Singapore is too exciting for me. I need to live in places like Fiji Islands, where there’s really nothing to do but to dive & snorkel, read a book, laze in the sun, curl my toes in soft, white sand and listen to the waves.

Ahhh… I can’t wait.

Wanderlust

I am getting restless. I can’t sit still. I can’t sleep well… … I feel trapped. I think I need to travel again.

In fact, when ever I hear news from my fellow ex-trainees (from New york or Chicago), I can’t help but to feel envious of their adventures and experience. Some of them have secured positions in London, Vienna and Toronto and will continue their career overseas.

But, here I am, stuck in hot, humid and stifling Singapore…

Many times I have wondered how life would have been if I were posted to London or ideally, Vienna. Will my relationship with my beloved still work out? How will my mum and brothers feel about my constant absence? Will my career advances accordingly?

“Choices are hinges of your destiny” – my friend once mentioned. “Almost everything boils down to choice,” she said.

Does everyone really have a choice? To a certain extend, I agree with her statement. With determination, one can be proactive in life and make choices accordingly. But without luck and opportunities, it will be choosing between one shit hole to another dung pit.

Nonetheless… that will still be a choice…

I guess it's time to plan for a trip at the end of the year. Need to get out of here. At least for a while.

Happy – Are you?

Checked out this new club in Tanjong Pagar called “Happy”. It is a very interesting name since Happy is primarily a gay club. Got it? Happy? As like “gay”?

Anyway, the club is cool… with its svelte interior, sleek sound system, great party music and hot servers (all males, of course!), one can really have a great time grooving and drowning in alcohol with style!

One reminder for the ladies, it IS a gay club… so nobody really gives a hoot about your blinking eyelashes, plunging necklines or pouty lips. Well… except fellow female clubbers a.k.a judgmental fashion police-cum-bitches.

Oh, another interesting thing about the club, its unisex toilets. No big deal…you may think, until a guy pee-ed barely 5 inches from me while I was washing my hands! Too bad… he was not that cute and the toilet was too dark for any decent spying.

And of course, I saw some of the most gorgeous guys on earth (unfortunately, are gays)… woah, those bods… were to-die-for. Sigh…. If only… *wistfully*

All in all, I strongly recommended the club. For the open-minded, of course.

I don’t feel appreciated

Yup… I do NOT feel appreciated. As a friend, as a lover, as a employee, as a fellow colleague, as a daughter… as a human being.

Ok, ok… that is a bit tooooo much. But the truth is, I seriously do not feel appreciated for who I am and what I did.

My boyfriend does not appreciate the fact that I try my utmost best not to splurge on shopping. He complains that I do not dress up enough for him… or that I do not have a good dress sense (I think that MY dress sense IS FINE). So, he claims that he wants to buy clothes/bags for me, which are totally not necessary. I HAVE enough clothes and shoes… (not bags though). But the morale of the story is that: Why can’t he appreciates the fact that I wana save money for him? Why can’t he appreciates the fact that I do not want to spend silly money on pedicures and manicures? Why is he so hung up on physical beauty?

Am I really that unglamorous?

I have never felt uglier.