Me Not Tai-Tai!

I'm not as much of a tai-tai as I thought I'd be. Rather startled yet pleased by the revelation.

Just had a full day spa session as my birthday present this year. Joe got us a couples spa package.

I loved the treatments - massage and mani & pedi - but the rest of the time was spent sitting in a lounge, reading magazines or watching movies. While dressed in a strange green bathrobe that made all the spa-goers look like POWs.

I was cold, and slightly bored, and trying to avoid secondary smoke.

Was this what people did in spas???? Suddenly, my imaginings of the hedonistic, luxurious spa lifestyle was obliterated by stark reality. Man, these regular spa-goers have no life!

There are a million other things I could have done at home. If I was home, I'd have my own reading materials, DVDs, music, PC, pao-paos, etc. Without the strange green bathrobe and POW underclothes and dodging secondary smoke and freezing air conditioning. Granted, I wouldn't have a buffet spread, but I can always raid my fridge.

Anyhow, it was a good experience. But next time, I'm going for the RM40 Thai massage in a first-floor shoplot.

Tired, tired, tired

I am the sleep queen. Therefore, I get grumpy when I don't get my 8 mandatory hours of shuteye.

I've been surviving on only 5-6 the past two weeks, darn it! I'm not functioning! I can't even write creatively.

Have been listening to Destiny's Child's "Emotions" so many times I'm amazed my colleagues haven't gone stark raving mad and grabbed me and chucked me out the window in a song-overdose-induced rage. Can't help it. It's a beautiful song. Try to imagine doing the rumba to it everytime I switch it on.

Unfortunately, when I try to picture dance in my mind, I have to shut my eyes and concentrate. That makes me look like I'm asleep... while sitting at my desk not 10 metres away from the boss. Not good.

It's Friday FINALLY. Thank the Lord! But I still have that darned report to hand in by end today. Darn it. Can I pay someone to do it for me? My mind is really not functioning anymore.

Let's listen to Emotions again. Woo hoo!

Light back in my life

I'm dancing again.

Thank God.

It's like water to a thirsty desert, light to a creature in darkness, morphine to one who's in pain.
It's a soothing balm to my soul.

And yet, it's a flame that's ignited and now consumes everything in its path. It's the frustration of desiring and never having, dreaming and never achieving.

It's pain and pleasure. It's my sanity and my madness. It keeps me going, it wears me down. It's manic excitement, it's mundane waiting. It's joy and despair.

Where would I be without dance in my life?