the tan's of lisa: August 2007

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Two muffins are sitting next to each other in an oven.

One muffin turns to the other and says, “It’s starting to get hot in here.”

The second muffin says, “Holy cow! A talking muffin!”

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Parasailing in Penang

Kudos to me for doing another spontaneous thing...This is so not me. But I like it. I like not being me.

The breeze was strong, the sand was damp-ish. The clouds were grey.
But I was tempted.
However.

I wasn't sure of their safety procedures. What are the risks involved? Do I have to sign any documents that might exclude liability? Are their equipments up to standard? Is there a backup parachute in case this one fails? bla bla bla.

For RM50, obviously not. They strap you up. And mumble some instructions. "Hold this, pull this"- briefing did not even take 2minutes.

The whole time I was thinking, that's it? Before I could even think further, I was being dragged into mid-air unwarned. As I was lifted up into the atmosphere, my heart raced and I thought "OH GOD, what am I doing??!"

But then I was hit with the most amazing feeling. When I looked down, I saw the endless ocean and my feet dangling above it. When I looked ahead, I saw the most breathtaking sight- it was almost sunset! I felt weightless, and careless. I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord for the marvelous works of his hand.

It all ended too soon, with a very unglamourous, unbecoming landing.

But who cares? At least Im cool now- I went Parasailing ah!

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Monday Blues

What a long weekend
I'm glad it's over.

I woke up at 12:56pm.
I am recuperated.
Yes, hate me. hate me.

I live The Life.

No, that's not exactly true.

It sucks that I ate IndoMie [express noodles] for brunch. And it sucks how I'm fantasizing about moist chocolate cake drowned in warm chocolate sauce.

When you are craving, the saying 'A moment on the lips- forever on the hips' means as much as shoes to a fish.

There are some days, albeit rarely- where I am completely spontaneous and would do something totally unplanned. I felt like checking myself into one of those glossy tiled, tinted window-ed restaurants where they serve you caviar for appetizer and fold their napkins into seashells or wateverrrr. I felt like pampering myself to an incredibly snobbish-slice-of-chocolate- sin.

But then I remembered the state of my piggy bank. And let out a big sigh and moan at the same time- if that's possible. My tongue shall never taste it's glorious riches.

So I ransacked my fridge and decided raisins would have to suffice.

well, to a great week ahead!

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I snipped at Snips

One morning I woke up and realized that I needed Great Hair.

My hair was limp, thin, dry and dull. To make matters worse, my hairline was receeding! I kid you not.

You know how they say a woman's hair is her crowning glory? Mine wasn't crowning, nor was it glorious. It was just...hair.

My self esteem plunged to the deepest depths of the self-esteem scale. Depressed and demoralized, I spent the next few days in quest of The Perfect Hairstyle.

I was so desperate, that I was willing to do whatever it takes. I Googled various types of hairstyles, had a Hair-Conference with my girlfriends, looked up the internet for the best hairstylists in town and a host of other ridiculous things.

Finally, someone with Quite-Great-Hair referred me to Pedro. Exasperated and tired of searching, I thought "Ah, what the heck" and booked a slot with him.

The best part was when I asked Pedro what he planned to do. With a flip of his comb and scissors, he replied haughtily and with flair, "We are here to change you". Fuh. That's what you call actionnn...