Tales of Evie-lution in Hong Kong

Countdown

2009-06-22T16:57:00.004+08:00

2 years - That is how long ago I started this blog. I was in a dark confused state at the time, and just needed to let it all out. Blogging made a world of a difference, it forced me to analyse my feelings, as well as take a bit of mental distance form my life in order to be able to write about it.

23 months - 23 months ago I left Europe for Hong Kong. It was one of the hardest yet most exciting moves in my life. Hard because I was freshly broken hearted from my separation from Le Poulet (and moving in to the same city as him). I was starting a new job I felt was too challenging for me, working with a team that I felt (rightly so) was a bit dysfunctional. But at the same time I was excited, as I was taking 6 weeks off to travel Asia before starting the job. And my whole body and soul had been craving that kind of experience for years.

3 months - The time it took me to feel at home in Hong Kong. By then I had met C, was about to met Lucy, and things just felt good. I loved my flat, my city, my life. I was home.

6 weeks - Six weeks ago I gave back the keys of my flat to my landlady, and since have been living like a nomad, staying with friends or traveling.

1 week - The length of time I have been in London, my new home. In a few days I will move into my new flat and start my new job, a new life begins.

I {heart} Hong Kong landladies

2009-05-12T00:37:00.002+08:00

This week I have given my up my HK pad back to the landlady. Mostly because it was horrendously expensive, and now that I don't have the Kind People in the Firm paying for it, there is no way I can afford it.
I've had good times in that flat:
- I arrived there with 2 suitcases and a handful of cardboard boxes from London (mostly full of shoes)
- I left with something that felt like 57 suitcases and 35 boxes (mostly full of shoes)
- For the first 10 months I had no curtains and every single night and every morning, when I took in the HK skyline, a little voice inside me said "Waouhhh"
- The flat saw some good parties: my housewarming when I moved in, C's wild birthday bash, and a few dinner parties (with culinary disasters that were saved thanks to the Chicken shop downstairs).
- My bed saw a small number of visitors (ok like two) but I will remember those experiences with a chuckle
- The only bad memory will be that one night of insomnia following me losing my job. It was one hard night but the next morning I woke up with a big smile on my face and a huge sense of relief and freedom.

I spent the past few days cleaning my flat like a maniac, waking up at dawn to scrub and everything. Maybe it's the trauma of renting places in Europe where the landlords turn up at the end of the lease and point at every single stain saying :"Ok that is minus x euros on your deposit", I really wanted the place to be spotless.

So today I met the landlady for the first time (the initial contract was handled by the agent) and the conversation went like this:
- Landlady: "Hello Evie, I am your landlady. Nice to meet you"
- Evie: "Oh hiiiiiiii [nervous laugh]. Please take a look around, the flat is all yours again, I've spent a loooot of time making it nice and clean for you"
- Landlady: "Oh WOW, I have never seen such a clean flat"
- E" You don't want to have a look around?
- L: "Oh nono, I am sure you took a very good care of it. Here is your deposit cheque"
- E: "Really? But have you seen these furniture stains here?" (D'oh, who says that to their landlady?"
- L: "yeah yeah whatver, it's still so clean!"
- E: "Oh. Um. Ok"
- L" Woooow, you look soooooo gorgeous*".
- E: "???"

* I don't think I have gorgeous looks by any stretch of the imagination, I think my landlady just had all other previous tenants that were trolls"

Grandma, what big teeth you have

2009-04-30T08:57:00.007+08:00

A few days ago Lucy and I went to explore China, and more precisely the city of Zhuhai which is a short boat trip away from Hong Kong, and a stone's throw from Macao (litterally). The city is actually extremely pleasant, with a nice landscaped layout, streetside terraced restaurants, and wonderful hotsprings.
After many hours, of relaxing, erm I mean intense tourism, we went for a massage.

My masseuse was a young girl whom I guess had not had a European customer before and so the following conversation took place:

- Masseuse: "Wooooh, miss, what white skin you have" (Despite my attempts to sit in the sun when I can, my skin refuses to tan at all. And in China white skin is considered refined, so this was a compliment).
- Evie: "Thank you!"

...

- Masseuse: "Wooooh, miss, what light eyes you have". (I have blue eyes, I took this as a compliment".
- Evie: "Thank you!"

...

- Masseuse: "Woooooh, miss, what big legs you have".
- Evie: *choke*

A story

2009-04-19T22:38:00.008+08:00

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there was a girl. She was finishing university and thinking about the future. She had a boyfriend called The Sensible One. She liked him. In reality she did not love him, but she did not realise that at the time. One day The Sensible One asked if she would like to get engaged and she said yes. She could have easily committed to staying her life with him, which would have been a bad idea, but she did not realise that at the time.

But then the great Fate machine intervened.

A few months later, she got a phone call out of the blue, offering a job in another country. And suddenly, that opened her eyes. It made her take a long hard look into her heart, and she realised she did not love The Sensible One. So she took the new job in the new country, alone.

She loved her new life. The new country was exciting, she made some great friendships, loved her job, and enjoyed being single. One day, she met The Chicken One. She thought he was perfect, but he was not. She could have easily stayed many many years with him which would have been a mistake, but she did not realise that at the time.

But then the great Fate machine intervened.

Just as she was thinking she had found a natural soul mate with The Chicken One, something changed. He got an opportunity to move to Asia. They decided to move together, given she also had the possibility of continuing her career from there. Just as they were about to move, they had some serious discussions they had never had in all their years together. And she realised that her expectations were in total mismatch with his. She saw at last that staying with him was fun in the short term, but eventually would just be a neverending source of disappointment and tears. So she took the decision to leave him (but to nevertheless move to Asia).

It was the hardest decision she had ever taken. But slowly, she pulled through, picked her heart off the floor, and focused on discovering Asia, a source of excitement, adventures, fun. She loved it. She thought she had found her real home, which was not fully correct, but she did not realise that at the time.

But then the great Fate machine intervened.

One day, she lost her job. She was forced to do a lot of soul searching. She realised even though she deeply loved Asia, there were things in her life that were missing, both personal and professional. So she applied for the Perfect Job in Utopia. While waiting to hear back about the Perfect Job application, she started to get rather close with her friend The Atomic One, and realised she really really really liked him, and that she would have liked to give things a go with him. But he lived in Europe, and she was trying to move to Utopia, so how could things work out?

But then the great Fate machine intervened.

One day, the people from the Perfect Job called her and told her they could not give her the job in Utopia. But that they had another one for her in Europe. In the same city where lived The Atomic One.

...

HNT time - Evie goes Half-Nekkid

2009-04-16T09:39:00.004+08:00

Proudly presenting, after hours of fumbling in the bathroom, my very first HNT! (Half Nekkid Thursday).

Time for TMI Tuesday again

2009-04-14T15:51:00.002+08:00

This week is a dance edition:

1. If you could describe your personality through a dance what would it be?
A very custom sort of funny finger dance, interlaced with moments of pure groove and sexy swaying, but then back to the silly finger dance that makes people laugh

2. What about describing your sex life through a type of dance?
At the moment, I think Tango: it's all about passion, power, playfulness.

3. What's one move on the dance floor sure to turn you on?
I rarely get turned on by guys making moves on dancefloors, usually they suck at it, sorry guys.. Except maybe Michael Jackson doing that crotch-grabbing move, hmm

4. Is there a dancer you would love to be with? (Dancer can be used as loosely as you want!)
There is one particular person back in Europe who has the capacity to make my heart dance, definitely would like to be with him right now (Gosh, was that a cheesy enough answer??)

5. What moves do you pull out to impress someone new?
It would have to be something comical to make them laugh, maybe a chicken dance.

Man, I feel like a woman

2009-04-13T14:24:00.007+08:00

To celebrate my new found freedom from the boring world of work, I have decided to treat myself.

Not having a stable income for the foreseeable future, it's probably not the right time to buy this:

But I did!

I have never spent so much money on shoes (or even clothes or bags), I have always been cautious and a bit cheap in my approach to shopping. Blame it on me reaching the ripe old age of thirty, but I feel a girl needs to have at least one pair of horrendously expensive designer shoes in her closet, and Christian Louboutin is a perfect way to indulge.

Like Shania Twain used to say: "Man, I feel like a woman"!

To slob or not to slob, that is the question

2009-04-06T19:10:00.003+08:00

I have landed back in reality from my cloud of aTomic bliss, and am spending a lot of time focusing on the Here and Now. Well, half of my brain is available for thinking, the other half is still drifting in space a bit.
In the next 2-3 weeks, my future plans will be better known, by then I will have more clarity around where I will be and what I will be doing. The problem is, that while I wait for this Master Plan from Fate to unfold, I am not doing much with my days.
And this is when I get these panic attacks. I picture myself, in a dirty flat, with empty beer bottles and pizza delivery boxes all over the floor, (despite the fact I never drink beer at home and have never ordered pizza), me having turned into an obese slob with the same looks as Chabal. So this sends electric jolts down my spine pushing me to go to the gym on a daily basis in order to use my free time in a useful way, ie building myself the body of a goddess.

Hold on a minute, why is it that these past few posts have all been focused on looks?

Maybe it's time to get a bit more intellectual; am actually preparing an analysis on the latest art house move I saw, it's called "He's just not that into you"..

Floating through space and time

2009-04-01T23:43:00.002+08:00

- Evie?
- ...
- Evie!
- Hmmm. Huh? What?
- Earth calling Evie, can you please come down from your cloud? What are you thinking about?

What I am thinking about? His fingers, his smile, his feet, his voice, his eyes, his ears, his hair, his body, his jokes, his thoughts. Him. Him. Him.

I really wish he had turned out to be a male chauvinistic pig instead.

Trying to keep a cool head and take it easy. Trying. Trying. Trying.

Bikini fear and other panics

2009-03-18T10:35:00.004+08:00

So in a few days' time I will be hopping on a plane to meet the yummy Tom in an exotic part of the world. Half of me is extremely excited, not only are we going to what looks like a luxurious and wonderful resort, but on top of that having a funny, interesting, good-looking man all to myself for a week is more than I could have asked for! But on the other side, I am totally panicked. What if we hate each other? What if it's ackward?

And more importantly, despite the fact we know each other quite well, does he realise that in a bikini I will look terrifying, with a sort of Kate Moss-type flat chest at the top, but a Beyonce bottom half?

A-Tom-ized

2009-03-14T23:21:00.006+08:00

Yes its been a while. In part because I was busy traveling in Europe. And in part because I knew that writing here would require me to take a closer and honest view at my feelings in order to put them down in paper/blog.

The two weeks of vacation went by in a blur. I saw my family, I saw my friends. I went to a funeral (first person of my generation to pass away, so very tough and sad), and I attended a wedding (as a fantastic witness, I did a brilliant job of holding the pen to sign the registry while looking uber glamourous).

I also got up to a bit of mischief.. A long long time I wrote on this blog about my friend Tom. He is a friend from Europe I've known for a while with whom I used to have long, boozy and meaningful conversations about life. Well, in my few days in London in my trip, I managed to sort of seduce him. Which in a way is silly planning given I am toying with the idea of taking a year-long sabbatical to travel the world. A boyfriend in London does NOT fit with that plan. It was a spur of the moment thing, but we spent an amazing 24 hours together. I emerged from my time with him a bit dazzled, seduced, destablized.. It was not planned, but I really enjoyed the time with him.. We agreed to spend a week together in a paradise island and so next week end I fly off to to meet him in a luxurious resort. We will see what this time together ends up being like.

I am working away like mad at the gym to try to minimise my flabby bits in order to be a true goddess in 8 days' time. Though secretely I am also hoping for our time together to be rubbish, for him to be totally turned off by my fat bits, for me to realise he is a selfish mysogynistic pig, so that I won't have to make hard decisions about what to do about being infatuated with a man in Europe while still wanting to travel the world... Only time will tell..

In the meatime we are exchanging emails and naughty (oh so naughty) texts, I really can't wait for that week together to start.

Is fate having a laugh at my expense??

Revelations

2009-02-27T23:44:00.002+08:00

The combined effect of 1) losing my job and 2) leaving HK (only on a short vacation!) in the past couple of weeks has made me realise that:
- I was not happy in my job, the stress had been too much in the past few months, and not having to go there anymore feels like a huge relief
- As a matter of fact I am not quite ready to start looking for a new job, I want to go on a grand vacation, like we did when we were kids, taking a break of several months (or even maybe a year?)
- I am addicted to Hong Kong. Every time I leave it I feel a bit down, as if I was a Duracell Rabbit that got its Duracell batteries replaced with another cheap, weak brand. When I land there again I feel alive again.
- The only thing that would make me leave is an incredible job prospect somewhere else in the world, but if possible somewhere exciting and new.
- I am lucky to be at such a cross roads of my life with many options lying there in front of me, and even more lucky to be facing it without having a mortgage, kids, or a partner, because I can make some very selfish decisions in the months to come.

Time out

2009-02-22T18:22:00.004+08:00

NeepNeep: "You look so sad"

Evie: "Yeah, I am so not looking forward to this trip in Europe: it's going to be cold, it's going to be a marathon of running around like a headless chicken visiting family and friends scattered accross various places. And lastly, I am dreading this wedding thing where I am going to stand out like a sore thumb being the Single One, Arrrrgggghhhh"

NN: "You are silly because you will enjoy seeing all these people, and you will be a great witness in this wedding"

E: "Yes I have started to practice, holding the pen at a perfect angle while signing the documents, at the same time looking picture perfect for the camera, being delightful when chatting to various grannies and aunties, etc. Don't want to go, don't want to go"

NN: "I know, tell them all you can't make this trip anymore, that I don't know, you are sick, and let's fly tonight to go diving somewhere for a few weeks, no one will know where you will be"

E: "Hmmmm... Seriously?"

NN: "Seriously"

E: "Ok let's do it"

But then we called off each other's bluff, neither of us had the guts to do it. Not that we really really did not want to..

It's actually raining

2009-02-15T21:51:00.002+08:00

Well, so to continue with the usage of metaphors, the storm has actually arrived and it's now raining. Or we could say many things are going pear shaped with the employment situation. But rather than being panicked by this turn of events and the arrival of the storm, I feel I am in one of those movie scenes: standing outside staring up watching the rain fall, not caring about getting all wet, and just embracing life and the new opportunites that are opening up my way.
More updates soon when I analyse a bit better what is going on.

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

(From The Times They Are A-Changin' by Bob Dylan)

The storm is near

2009-02-10T15:04:00.000+08:00

- Evie: "So Boss, what is new, what is up?"
- Boss: "Oh well, nothing special really, same old same old. Oh yeah just one thing. THEY are making some reorganisation announcements tomorrow. For all I know we could all get fired. Or whatever."
- Evie: "Erm. Uhuh."

My life as a coyote

2009-02-08T19:55:00.002+08:00

Every time I see him it's the same story. We spend a marvelous time together, blahblahblah. And then, he turns around, looks at me, and bolts off saying "Neep neep!".

Yeah ok maybe he does not say that litterally. But it really feels like that, exactly like in the cartoon of the coyote and the Neep Neep bird. Everytime the coyote feels he is close to his goal, Neep Neep runs away leaving poor coyote in a state of confused frustration.

But the race continues..

The world has gone mad

2009-02-05T14:51:00.001+08:00

Yesterday I felt like I was in the twilight zone.

1) First, I tried to sign up to a daily email newsletter but had to field extremely complicated questions to do it successfully. Because all I wanted was to receive the daily newsletter, but no spam. Seriously I think you need a PHD in quantum physics to work out which boxes you should tick to avoid receiving other carefully selected marketing materials.

Thank you for completing the registration forms. We would like to contact you from time to time with information about other products and services. You will be able to cancel this service at any time, but if you do not wish to take advantage of our targeted messages please tick this box: [box]
You might prefer to receive this information by email or fax, in which case please tick the box below:
By email [box] By fax [box]
Occasionally we would like to share your details with other companies whose products and services we consider might be useful to you in your business or career. If you would prefer not to be contacted with such messages please tick the boxes below:
By post [box] By phone [box]
And finally, you may prefer to receive messages from our carefully selected partners by fax or email and if so, please tick the boxes below:
By email [box] By fax [box]

2) Punished by the internet powers in place for (I hope) successfully avoiding the spam above, a few hours later I received a spam email from N*K*. It had an unsuscribe button, so I pressed it, and got a page with two options:

[box] Please remove my name from the N*K* e-mail list.
[box] On second thought, please keep my name on the N*K* e-mail list.

What kind of person would decide to unsuscribe, press the link, but faced with these two options start to panick and change their mind?? I think they should add a third box with "Ouhh I really don't know, let me call a friend".

3) I went to the posh supermarket City Super and heard a very alarming message over the PA system emitted with a Big Brother type voice: "The world is under threat. We have now installed some tills with no plastic bags. Please help us by reducing your plastic bag usage" or something like that. The world is under threat?? I take recycling and ecology very seriously, but I think this is a tiny bit exagerated.

Instruction Manual Misplaced

2009-02-03T18:38:00.005+08:00

7.25pm
To C: "What the hell do I wear?"

7.26pm
From C: "Jeans + cute top. Not too much cleavage (not that you have any, har har). Play it cool"

7.48pm
To C: "It's official, I really have nothing to wear"
From C: "Yeah right, you have a whole walk-in closet room where you can't possibly fit any more clothes, remember?
To C: "Maybe I should cancel".
From Lucy: "Oi, I heard you were having a wardrobe crisis. Don't make me come to yours to whip you into action".

8.05pm
To C: "He is going to laugh at me and turn around and leave".
From C: "As if. But, I am laughing at you, you are a wally".

8.37pm
To Text Guy: "Late! There in 3 mins, promise".
From Text Guy: "No worries, am waiting inside".

10.30pm
From C: "Go Evie, bring out your inner goddess and seduce him to bits, and come back and tell us the details. ALL the details. Signed C and Lucy".

2.05am
To C, Lucy: "Guys! It went well! No gossip to report (no, there was no kiss), but it's good this way. Want to have nights like this every day!"

2.07am
To Text Guy: "Thank you for a very tasty and thought-provoking night"
From Text Guy: "I had a great time too :). Sleep tight".

Letter to a friend

2009-02-02T10:06:00.003+08:00

I realise the other night was weird. When you and the others left my place I felt I would have wanted you to stay. I have no idea what exactly that meant, what I wanted really, all I knew was that I wanted to continue chatting with you. So on an impulse, I sent you that text, saying it would have been nice if you had stayed. I was aware that had we not drunk all that wine I would not have expressed this.

You immediately replied that you had had the same thought, but that somehow it was late (it was dawn) and you were already home. I am glad you said that, had you come back to mine I probably would have changed my mind at the last minute, and in anycase you were right it was too late. You asked what I was doing the rest of the week end.

So then I panicked, and totally backtracked and said I was too busy the rest of the week end to meet up - I was too freaked out to imagine what wheels I had started to put in motion.
I must have confused you sending these mixed signals, the text first followed by some vigorous backtracking.

We get on like a house on fire, we have long chats about life, love, everything and nothing, and we share a lot of laughs. I've told you things I have not mentioned to my other closest friends out here. I don't know if I like you for just that, for the friendly connection we have. Or if the feelings are more than that. I know that at the end of the day you are looking for something serious, whereas I am incapable of giving my heart to anyone at the moment. I don't even know if you think you may have some feelings for me too. I have no self confidence whatsoever when it comes to these things. Plus I am wondering, am I just needing a presence in my life and not being discerning about who it is?

The situation is thus a bit weird. I wonder if you are going to get in touch soon about it. That text I sent you was me crossing that friendship line first. And I don't have the guts, determination, or clarity to continue walking behind that line. I feel I need a signal from you. But even then, I am not even sure about that. Maybe it's better we stay as we are, crossing the friendship line would be useless and make us lose that friendship for good, what if it is not worth it?

Or perhaps we should go with the flow and see what happens.

Life is a Beach

2009-02-01T17:30:00.005+08:00

I have been challenged by HK Or Bust for the best beach shot. Given I never usually refuse challenges, and given the place I was at was so beautiful (you could take a picture of anything anytime, and you could make a postcard of it easily), I am of course up for it.

So, is this paradise, or what?

And for the pleasure of the eyes, I add another of my pictures which could also have been a contender:

Needless to say, I came back relaxed as hell, pale as a jellyfish (I spent most of the time underwater learning to Scuba dive), and ready to take on the Year of the Bull-no-shit with renewed energy.

(I may have lost some of the new found energy over the course of the past few days due to some intense partying but that is a story for another time).

Off to see the Hoff

2009-01-22T09:54:00.006+08:00

- So Evie, what are you doing for the Chinese New Year long week end? (we get 3 days off work)
- Oh you know, nothing special, just going to the Philippines to chill out.

Hold on a minute? Nothing special?? I am going to one of the top beaches in the world (the internet said so), where I am going to be snorkelling, possibly diving, pina-colada-ing and s.l.e.e.p.i.n.g for five days. All this with 5 of my top buddies in HK.

Two years ago before living here I would have killed to be in my shoes. But now I am in my shoes! (And without having needed a homicide either!).

This calls for a separate post about the things we tend to take for granted when living out here.

Aaaaaanyhooooow, to top it all, I am seriously hoping that this time tomorrow my friends and I will be looking like something like this:

(I am secretely hoping that David-the-Hoff-Hasselhoff might be planning a vacation there too).

Anger mis-management

2009-01-19T23:53:00.005+08:00

I have a problem with anger. Because I don't have the capacity to feel it. Sadness, frustration, resentment, swearing profusely, yes. But I am incapable of feeling anger in a healthy way that would help to get tension out of my system. Instead I either ignore the small things that bother me, or bottle up the bigger things, which gets translated in a state of stress.

So lately I have been experimenting with the emotion, and trying to express anger when something bothers me.

Friday night, after a rather shitty day at work full of bad news, I met C and Lucy for drinks and tried to be angry that night, along the lines of: "Hmm, I really fancy a Mojito. Ermmm, no, I mean, Grrrrrrr I am so angry tonight, someone get me a Mojito, now!". So the anger thing lasted for about a minute.

Today I felt I needed to try it again. I got home quite late after a dinner with friends and as I entered my flat I could hear some music, and thought to myself it was odd because usually I never hear the neighbours. And I started to feel anger towards them being so inconsiderate for playing music so late in the night, especially on a Monday night, after a very exhausting week end when I needed some real rest. I let the anger get out: "Damn you stupid neighbours, tonight I really need to get some f***ing sleep!" (swearing added for extra anger effect).

But then it turned out it was coming from the iPod in my handbag.

EMAP: Or how to get out of bed in this cold winter weather

2009-01-14T17:49:00.003+08:00

You know that feeling when you get woken up by this annoying repetitive sound, which after a few minutes you identify as your alarm clock? You know when you open one eye to glare at the aforementioned alarm clock and realise with horror that it's about the 7th time you have hit the snooze button and you are nearly one hour late? And all this while feeling on the tip of your nose (the only part of you peeking out of the covers) a glacial cold, which you know is going to bring your body into hypothermic shock?

Yes, I used to be a victim of the same tragedy. Until I tried Evie's Morning Action Plan (EMAP). Here is how it goes:

- Step 1: When the alarm rings for the first time, you are allowed to give into the old habit of quickly extending an arm and hitting the snooze button, but ONLY FOR ONE SNOOZE (because I am not a sadist and the right to one snooze should be an Officially Recognised Human Right).
- Step 2: When the alarm rings again, you turn if off, and do not let the head hit he pillow. I repeat, do not let the head hit the pillow. Copy that.
- Step 3: Then you do the Happy Exercise - Clap your hands together enthusiastically, and try to find one detail from the day that you are looking forward to. It can be something small. But no matter how small it is, you need to get incredibly over excited by it and say it out loud. For example, this morning I shouted: "YESSSSS!!! Today I am wearing my BOOTS!! WUHHHUUUHHH". And I over exaggerated this feeling of happiness until I firmly believed it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
- Step 4: By then you should be getting close to freezing point (having your arms already peeking out of the duvet) so you need to throw yourself out of bed, run like a maniac to your stereo and put a very uplifting song on your ghetto blaster.
- Step 5: (optional but with guaranteed extra whooompfff provided for the day): Dance like a maniac to the uplifting tune, something rock-music-like is better because it allows for some invigorating head banging action.
- Step 6: jump into a hot shower which should help to thaw your hands and feet which would be near freezing point by now.

And it is a truth universally acknowledged that once one had one's shower one is properly awake and ready to face the day.

We guarantee the EMAP plan will help you achieve happiness, energy, success, romance and winning the lottery (at some point).

The EMAP committee.

Because it's Tuesday

2009-01-13T18:23:00.002+08:00

Time for TMI Tuesday!

1. On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Probably around 2. Just because am not getting much of it these days (and not likely to for a while, in part because I've given it up as one of my resolutions for the new year). Am so going cold turkey after a few weeks graded 10/10 with George..

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?
Kiss back even harder. And bite.

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?
Le Poulet took me to a romantic week end away somewhere very far (and expensive!). Though he did it more because he wanted to check out the place than something romantic for me, but still, it is a good memory.
The most romantic thing I've seen done by someone else is to change religion for the other person, it's so personal and meaningful.

4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex?
In one of the buildings of my, erm, high school. No comment.

5. How do you liked to be kissed?
I do like the scenario in question number 2. Or alternatively, in the way Jude Law did that kiss with Nora Jones in My Blueberry Nights.

Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?
I can't really think of one. I think the embrassaing moments usually happen the morning after..

The party

2009-01-12T09:32:00.000+08:00

This week end I had my birthday party, to celebrate the fact I was an old cookie, with boobs that start to hang too low and hair that begins to turn gray (I turned 30). Well, that is not the way I presented the occasion of the party to my friends, I turned it into "celebration of my eternal youth", which sounds somewhat better.

Well kids, it was the best party in the world. Initially I had been quite freaked out, because I always freak out when I organise events, about whether there would be too many people, not enough people, people would get bored, not like the music, all leave at 10 pm, etc. But hell, it was amazing. I had set a theme to the event that was simple yet effective, so nearly everyone played along with it. Also, I had organised a game to get people mingling and it really worked, by the end of the night everyone knew everyone. The turnout was really impressive too, at one point the bar was heaving with people and it was impossible to walk through. And most importantly, numbers are great but what I really loved is that most people there were ones I knew very well and was fond of, and it was great to see them all grouped in the same place having so much fun.

At around 3.30am we decided to hit another bar for a bit of an after party, and there we bumped into Eddie, the oh-so-mesmerising idiot I have a crush on. And he really is a total fuckwit, he never replied to my invitation, never came to my party, and when C asked him why he did not come he mumbled something about the fact he had got his dates mixed up and thought it was on another day. I know he is a total douchebag, but I still keep him on my To Do List 2009, just because I have set myself this challenge.

The next morning was a bit painful but it was worth every ounce, I woke up with a troll playing drums in my head but also a huge smile that stayed on my lips all day through and is still there this morning.