Warning : Explicit descriptions ahead
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So I wanted to take a trip to Brazil today to get ready for the big pool / spa trip that my company had arranged for the project team. After two months of long hours, weekend work (and yes, NOT getting laid), its pretty nice that the Big Boss wants to take us out for a trip to show the company's appreciation.
Hence, the need to visit Brazil before I could head out for the weekend bash. Now, I havent managed to go to the Ministry of Waxing for a while now since as mentioned above I've been working pretty hard for about two months. The place I usually go to has some chatter box groomers and I was NOT going to go there just to have them tsk tsk at my lack of caretaking.
So I decided to do a pre-trim before going in for the big yank-off. You know, as courtesy to them.
I get there, and the groomer gasps in horror. "Its too short! I probably wont be able to get anything off!"
I am lying there, pantless with cold sweat at the thought that I may have to go to the pool without being bikini ready. So I beg her, to just help me out, just give it a try, and if it doesnt work, then fine. She goes "ok, Ill try" and gets to it.
After taking care of the main area, I thought she would ask me to flip over as they usually do. Instead... she takes a tweezer and goes down.
Omg... it was not pleasant, and especially not pleasant when the people working there are perfectionist and will not let you leave looking anything less than 'fully clean'. At times, my skin got pinched by mistake.
Well, lesson learnt, the next time you want to head over to Brazil ladies, just let it be, after all, these groomers have probably seen it all and can be quite professional about it. And you deff do not want your visa revoked by them.
Plus, it means you would never have to face the tweezers!!!
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Please email me at chaos.maneater@gmail.com for links to the previous blog
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Episode 2
A little sidenote, to those interested in the previous blog, you can drop me a message and Ill send the link to you directly, apologies, but dont really mean to publicize my previous blogs
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I am stuck at work right now. I am working on a project that pretty much means I am stuck in a specific place with unspecific people.
Except for Chocolate.
When I started this project, I thought "it would be great if there were a bunch of cute single men". Turns out everyone here is much older and married.
Except for Chocolate.
So I flirt... a little, since Im trying to balance being professional with being... frisky. What can I say about Choc? except, he's talk, dark and handsome. And has a pretty sexy job position to boot (dont blame me, I find high powered men very attractive). Ive been trying to flirt with him, and I think he's flirting back, but nothing has happened.
Yet.
The end of the project is next Tuesday, we will be having a team dinner the Monday prior, and Im hoping to get him that night. Well, we'll see.
What can I say, I fluctuate between believing sex should only be between people who love each other (re: sex with The Samaritan was pretty much the best experiences Ive had) and sex as just a means for fun between people who just enjoy sex (re: sex with the then ex circa 2006 was pretty fun too). Im going to turn the flirt on come Monday as it would be a pretty safe time for me, and would be just at the window between too involved with work and being too late.
p/s: yes, in my moments of loneliness I reached out to my evergreen Mr. Librarian, and trying to get him to move halfway across the world just so that I can see something cute (preferably without his shirt on). We've been messaging back and forth, but Mr. Lib is Mr. Lib, and he sure knows how to toy around with me
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I am stuck at work right now. I am working on a project that pretty much means I am stuck in a specific place with unspecific people.
Except for Chocolate.
When I started this project, I thought "it would be great if there were a bunch of cute single men". Turns out everyone here is much older and married.
Except for Chocolate.
So I flirt... a little, since Im trying to balance being professional with being... frisky. What can I say about Choc? except, he's talk, dark and handsome. And has a pretty sexy job position to boot (dont blame me, I find high powered men very attractive). Ive been trying to flirt with him, and I think he's flirting back, but nothing has happened.
Yet.
The end of the project is next Tuesday, we will be having a team dinner the Monday prior, and Im hoping to get him that night. Well, we'll see.
What can I say, I fluctuate between believing sex should only be between people who love each other (re: sex with The Samaritan was pretty much the best experiences Ive had) and sex as just a means for fun between people who just enjoy sex (re: sex with the then ex circa 2006 was pretty fun too). Im going to turn the flirt on come Monday as it would be a pretty safe time for me, and would be just at the window between too involved with work and being too late.
p/s: yes, in my moments of loneliness I reached out to my evergreen Mr. Librarian, and trying to get him to move halfway across the world just so that I can see something cute (preferably without his shirt on). We've been messaging back and forth, but Mr. Lib is Mr. Lib, and he sure knows how to toy around with me
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The return of the Maneater
Hello again friends. Its been a long time coming hasnt it? Perhaps we should return to where I left off in the previous blog.
2.5 years of loving a man who didn't love me back.
Or perhaps as he rightfully pointed out, wasnt able to love me in the way I wanted to be loved.
So where does that leave me? 2.5 years later?
I am done with the heartbreak. Honestly, I think we both saw it coming, and the pain of ending things was more a relief... nothing like the pain that I felt the first time he told he me didn't know if he loved me anymore. So we ended things, in the surprisingly most civil of ways. We are still friends now, in the best of sense. But that chapter of my life is over.
So I moved on, gave myself a cry for a night, but then shook myself up and moved on. Headed back to the gym, tried to sculpt myself up a little.
And here I am, post-breakup.
I have changed much since the first time you saw me. But I realized how quickly I grew old the minute I dreamt of marriage with The Ex. I stopped going out, become more and more of a homebody. Not that that wasnt me as well. But perhaps I fast forwaded through my youth a little too quick, and perhaps its time to rewind and capture a little of the spirit I once had.
Here I am. Re-newed. Chaos.
Let the games begin
2.5 years of loving a man who didn't love me back.
Or perhaps as he rightfully pointed out, wasnt able to love me in the way I wanted to be loved.
So where does that leave me? 2.5 years later?
I am done with the heartbreak. Honestly, I think we both saw it coming, and the pain of ending things was more a relief... nothing like the pain that I felt the first time he told he me didn't know if he loved me anymore. So we ended things, in the surprisingly most civil of ways. We are still friends now, in the best of sense. But that chapter of my life is over.
So I moved on, gave myself a cry for a night, but then shook myself up and moved on. Headed back to the gym, tried to sculpt myself up a little.
And here I am, post-breakup.
I have changed much since the first time you saw me. But I realized how quickly I grew old the minute I dreamt of marriage with The Ex. I stopped going out, become more and more of a homebody. Not that that wasnt me as well. But perhaps I fast forwaded through my youth a little too quick, and perhaps its time to rewind and capture a little of the spirit I once had.
Here I am. Re-newed. Chaos.
Let the games begin
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