and the good days have to come to an end :/ my boss has requested my return to work, so i have to commemorate yesterday and today before i get caught up in non-blogginess again. i shall really miss sleeping in until noon. three days of sleeping in can really spoil a girl, especially after weeks of weekends that just disappear into thin air. even the bangkok break wasn't really the sleeping-in sort, since there was Shopping and Sightseeing to do, obviously.

today i slept in, made several phone calls to customers and received a bunch of boring couriers. and then in the afternoon my mom and i set off for our Spa Day. Spa Afternoon, really. nice long scrub and massage was quite, quite, amazing and relaxing. and the masseuse was thai and really sweet so it was like bangkok again. also, when she said khop kun kha at the end, i understood!

that was the only interesting event, and the only event really, of today. besides the fact that after the spa, i indulged myself further by having the first coffee bean chocolate muffin i've had in months. i've been trying to stay off the chocolate -- yesterday i resisted a ben&jerry's chocolate fudge brownie even though the plaza singapura GV snack bar had in stock for once. but the day before i had a slice of chocolate fudge cake at cathay. which i proceeded to spill all over myself, but like jon armstrong's Amazing Vanishing Chocolate-Muffin-Stain Act, i succeeded in washing the bits of sticky fudge off myself, only to emerge looking like i'd wet myself. but i got over it.

yesterday morning was again, of course, of the wake up around noon variety. which was bad because i had calls to make and kelly to meet at 2. ended up meeting her closer to three, therefore. dragged her to little india where i had my eyebrows done, we almost got lost looking for a DBS atm machine because we were both clean out of cash, and then we sat down for dosa and channa bhatura at komala vilas.

something really stupid has occurred to me. yesterday i met kelly and kitson whose names start with K. and i watched V for Vendetta, which is, you know, sort of obsessed with the letter V. and komala vilas is known as KV. um, yeah i don't know what the point of that is besides to illustrate the weird connections that my brain has a habit of making.

ok yeah so after we were done with our Indian Food, we proceeded to take the mrt back to dhoby gaut and sit around at the starbucks at plaza singapura. we watched the cool lightning outside and waited for kitson. he turned up, kelly left, we caught up while waiting for the movie to start, and (god this is starting to sound horrifyingly boring but i assure you i had a good time and i certainly hope kitson did too; if he was bored atleast i couldn't tell, which is good.)

well yeah then there was the movie, which was great because a) it was directed very well and b) it provides good fodder for discussion, especially when you have a history buff like kitson around. and me, well, i didn't sleep through ALL of rolly's classes/lectures so i did have some history-related opinions as well. i guess the main thing is if you're a history student the whole premise of a democratically-orchestrated fascist takeover is just much less believable. there are so many things in the way of that. and the homosexuality issue might have had a stronger contemporary resonance if you weren't aware that it's just what hitler did.

the whole fascism-transplanted-to-england was quite amusing though. and yet again one wonders if a time will ever, ever come when our dear singapore will allow a remotely singapore-related political film to be made or shown. i don't know if i've mentioned this before but sometime ago i got free tickets (through work, my one and only perk so far besides free stationery) to Rang De Basanti which is about a real issue in india -- corrupt politicians buying faulty airplane parts for the fighter jets, pocketing the rest of the defence budget and killing dozens of fighter pilots in the process. the movie is horrifyingly violent towards the end, very depressing and very powerful. being from censor-happy singapore, one of the most powerful things is that people in india aren't afraid to make a blatantly political movie like that. (or maybe bollywood is just that powerful. though that didn't stop sonia gandhi from kicking jaya bachchan out of parliament, so who knows? it's just completely unimaginable in singapore, and therefore fascinating.)

so anyway, i liked the movie and i really liked the music in the movie and it's a pity that the soundtrack doesn't have any of V's jukebox cuban-jazzy-instrumental music. it just occurred to me that hitler attempted to ban jazz because it was "dirty black people" music. eeenteresting. the soundtrack does have julie london's cry me a river, but i already have that on itunes and have been looping it all evening in fact.

and then! the event of the day! we were walking all the way down orchard at about 930 at night trying to find dinner, when kitson's shoe broke! the weird adidas sandal-shoe thing which he wears with socks :D finally broke, possibly because i kept ribbing him about the socks and about not it was quite hilarious to see him limping around until we reached royal sporting house at lucky plaza, minutes before it closed, and he got a pair of slippers. which i hope he will never wear with socks.

anddd then dinner at borders cafe, quite overpriced but good food and good conversation. and then we proceeded home. yesterday was all in all a very enjoyable day. i shall go back and buy the v for vendetta graphic novel. it can have the dubious honour of being the very first graphic novel i will ever read. hopefully not the last, as the genre seems quite promising.

ok i'm going now.