…the depressed go to their hairstylists. Especially if they’re as cute and do-able as Eric in Hair Art, Desa Sri Hartamas!

There’s something therapeutic about having my hair washed, my head massaged, and my locks attended to by a good-looking man with a nice smile. When nothing else can bring a smile to my face, this is the place where everybody knows my name, and none of my troubles.

It’s where I spend a languid half-hour staring into the mirror while Eric performs magic with his fingers. Where I gawked at his tanned arms while second-guessing what might lie beneath his… err… exterior?! It’s where I read inane articles about relationships in magazines like Female and hold superficial conversations with an attentive man - at least, there’s one place on earth where I’ll still find that rare breed, if only for half-an-hour!

The best thing about going to the hairstylist is that glowing sense of renewal I get as I walk out the door. Off with yesterday’s tresses, and out I go in today’s style. It’s a shame Eric’s straight. Otherwise, I’d have more in tow!

Posted on December 29th, 2003 by jl
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At what point do you start to bare too much in your blog?

When readers begin to think they know you from what you publish? When you start to obfuscate and dissimulate selected truths? When your friends stop asking how you are because they can just read your blog? Or when your entries becomes too much to bear because it mirrors life too closely?

Funny how a lonely day,
can make a person say:
What good is my life
Funny how a breaking heart,
can make me start to say:
What good is my life
Funny how I often seem,
to think I’ll find another dream
In my life
Till I look around and see,
this great big world is part of me
And my life

- Shirley Bassey

Posted on December 29th, 2003 by jl
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O you stupid men of this heterosexual patriarchal society. Just because I look like a dumb blonde, doesn’t mean I am one.

I may not have the buff looks of a suit on Wall Street or the gruff exterior of a “real” man who works, but my life and conversations revolve around more than just Prada, Martha Stewart and Laura Mercier.

If you care to ask, listen, or delve deeper, you would find … surprise, surprise .. that I actually have a brain. *gasp* And a rather good one at that! Not only do I know what I am saying, but I can certainly have an informed say on a wide range of topics! And that includes telephone-cabling!

Hmmphh!

Posted on December 28th, 2003 by jl
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We got a bread machine recently, and this was our first loaf - a large white bread which turned out great! It had a very nice crust and a lovely soft texture. It was a tad salty but that was probably due to my over-generous hand.

I’ve since baked a few more loaves, the most recent being a semi-wholemeal with multi-grains (melon, sunflower, poppy and sesame seeds) which I baked this morning. They’ve all been very good - especially when it first comes out of the machine. That first bite of freshly baked bread is heavenly, when the crust is nice and crunchy and the “meat” is warm and moist. Yum!

I love the smell of baking, especially when it’s about done. The warm, delicious smell emanating from the oven is very reassuring. It promises goodness and satisfaction - something to fill your stomach and senses. It reminds me of happy times and special times: we normally bake on special occassions and only when we’re in good humour. Christmas, birthdays, tea-parties or afternoon treats, home baking is something we do to celebrate life in our own special way.

Posted on December 27th, 2003 by jl
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I feel vulnerable and afraid.

Posted on December 26th, 2003 by jl
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