Sing-sing again!

In Singapore for a work event and it has been a productive although tiring week. We’ve been locked in a room for 10 hours a day nutting out a few finer points of what our business unit does, how we interact wtih others, etc, etc.. the niceties of it all, shall I say. Anyway.. so, we got to yesterday, the final day of the proceedings and I think everyone was looking a little haggard – myself even more than the rest of the group. The last time I was in Singapore, I was with my friend D, and she and I attempted to try every beauty treatment we could (with varying reults – see previous blog entry). But I had discovered one she hadn’t tried… And here it is:

Yes folks, they are little fish.. Little fish that gnaw away at the dead skin cells on your feet and legs.. It sounds a bit um.. gross!  but I have to say it is actually a really lovely tingly sensation as they nibble away at your limbs. Check out garra rufa at Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_fish

D wasn’t impressed when I got to try something she hadn’t and I think she’s booking her flight to Singsing now to get onboard!

My favourite part of the trip was sitting in Raffles drinking Singapore slings with a very good friend of my ex-loved one, who is now a good friend of mine – was great to see him, and know that I am still loved by the loser’s mates – the best revenge. Big love and fish nibbles to all.

Just when I thought this year couldn’t get any better…

I crashed my car.

Yes. The car I reluctantly bought off the parents to save (more) arguments with the ex. The car I haven’t paid off yet. The car affectionately knows as “the chiko roll mobile”. Funnily enough it’s not called that because it’s fabulous. Instead, it’s because it looks like a car that you would drive to watch your boyfriend Shane or Robbo surfing with their bogan mates, while you sat diligently on the beach, ready to run for their chico rolls as soon as they came in from the surf. Anyway. I crashed it. Or rather I impaled it. On a much bigger cars tow bar (sob!).

Luckily the people I crashed into were lovely. And understanding. Especially as they pulled their car to the side of the road, and my car inadvertently followed because it was… um, attached… I was mortified as I watched my little car get dragged (I would love to say that it was kicking and screaming, but it was as limp and lifeless as a car could ever be…) to make way for the oncoming tram – the wrath of the other car’s occupants was bad – I don’t think I could have handled 5-6 tramfuls or commuters (surely all on their way to beers at the beach in the 35 degree heat) glaring at me as my car sucked on tight to the tow bar like a hungry child to a nipple. I then had to watch, equally horrified, as a hulking great tow truck had to lift my car OFF the other car’s tow bar.. The crowd of 30 or so people who had gathered to watch applauded. I smiled weakly and my car was towed away…

The blog..

I’m loving blogging each day.. really loving it.. but please remember that I can see that a lot of people are reading it, but not commenting on it.. hmm.. you don’t need to give your real names. Please leave a comment.. I know that a load of you (not all of you, I know that too) are very funny..