Samba in Samui

We are well acquainted with churrascaria Singapore-style:

We start with a buffet spread of appetisers and salads which is already a meal in itself.

Then we begin our gastronomic orgy. Waiters bring skewer after skewer of barbequed meats that are sliced over your plate. We eat till we cannot stand the sight of another morsel of food.

At Zico's, the experience is more than the food.

There is the entertainment: Resident samba dancers, a live band, and a resident DJ inject a carnival atmosphere that rounds up the night nicely with a party feel.

The hypnotic rhythm of the samba beat stays with us long after the feeding frenzy is forgotten.

Zico's Brazilian Grill & Bar
	c/o Central Samui Beach Resort 38/2, Moo 3, Tambon Bo Phut 84320 Koh Samui, Suratthani, Thailand Tel: 0 7723 1560-3 Fax: 0 7742 2385 E-mail: zicos@chr.co.th

Note to my impatient readers : There! Done! After starting this post a full 24 hours ago. Now go sleep! Oh, one of our bellydance friends called to ask when I will finish the post. haha

Happy Landings

Top L to R: the runway, Samui Airport sign, international arrival, baggage handling.

Bottom L to R: check-in counter, snack bar, departure gate, Captain and crew.

Happy body art on Bangkok Airways.

It's been many months since we went any place.

Ko Samui fitted our idea of a quick get-away: flight time is under 2 hours and a 3-night stay is enough.

Samui airport deserves special mention.

It is an open airport: your flight lands and takes off on a runway that is in the middle of tropical vegetation. All airport processing - arrival, immigration clearance, baggage claim, check-in, departure - is done in a cluster of open wooden huts. The feel of the place is definitely kampong.

It was a sweltering 36C/97F humid evening when we arrived. The air was stiflingly still. There is not a single air-conditioned place in the airport to duck into. So we wilted while we helplessly waited for our baggage in the baggage claim hut.

We are soon to realise there are simply very few air-conditioned places on this island.

Movie Night

I am not a movie buff.

I have a tendency to fall asleep in the middle of movies.

Understandably, I prefer to rent movies to watch in the comfort of home where I can start and stop the movie at any point.

I habitually watch movies in 20-minute instalment over several nights.

I got around to watching House of Sand and Fog (2003) on dvd recently when my comp was sent to comp hospital.

I was not expecting much and was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong.

How good was the movie? I finished it over two nights...

Starting over

The dance sessions have resumed after a short break over the easter weekend. I did not hear from my one-time dance partner since the last time. I had thought to call her, but I did not. I would not know what to say or what to expect.

So I took the path of least resistance. I did nothing to re-trace steps, re-hash events, re-new the relationship. Instead there is a sense of relief that the partnership is over. It is not unlike a love relationship that was ailing and limping along because neither partner wanted to address the problem. And when it finally ends by attrition, both are mutually grateful to be unshackled.

She did not show up. That is not unexpected.

I have a new partner. When we started our dance, I was acutely aware that I could hear the music again. There is joy in starting over.

Woman's Best Friend

A woman's best friend is another woman
who stays loyal to her in her darkest hour.

She is the woman who is there for you

when you need a shoulder to cry on,
when you need understanding,
when you need to hear the truth,
when you need to speak your truth.

She heals your soul and mends your spirit
with patience, empathy, sympathy, kindness and trust.

She restores in you faith and love for yourself and gives you reason to believe again.

I am fortunate that I have such a friend.

And I know I will be there for someone else
who needs me in her darkest hour.

This Last Time

I do not know what happened this last time.

She has been my dance partner for the past 3 months. For 70 percent of that time, she would arrive some 45 minutes late for the class which is an hour and half long. Her reason for her lateness? She lost track of time because she was out shopping.

In case you wonder, yes, I have asked if she was at all even interested in this activity. She said she LOVED this dance class followed by how she felt badly that I was held back because of her tardiness.

In case you wonder, no, I did not find her answer logical. But I also said and did nothing about it.

So it became our routine: I would show up on time, dance with whomever might be alone. Or I would go through the routine partnerless if no one else was stranded. Then finished the rest of the routine with her when she eventually showed.

So this last time in class, things were going according to routine. I danced with another lone soul until she finally showed.

Except this time, she pointedly told me I should have sms'ed her since I did not need her, so she need not have hurried over from her shopping. And then she walked out.

I have not heard from her. I do not know if she will show up next time.

I do not know what happened this last time.

And I have no need to know. For I shall go on dancing.

What price Vanity?

My initial excitement about vanity plates in Singapore may be short-lived :(

I always thought there was only one way to own vanity plates.

You create your own alpha-numeral combination within the maximum allowed and submit it to the relevant authorities. If the combination is not already in use, it's yours for a fee till you give it up.

Then I hear friends using words like "bid", "can be expensive if popular". My curiosity is aroused. Some checking around revealed that indeed there are bidding/auctioning systems.

I am not so sure I will want to bid for my vanity plate. It just doesn't sit right with me. Yet I am not able to articulate what is wrong with it.

I know I will be able to present my case against the auction system on another day.

Vanity be thy Name

I can hardly believe what I read in the Straits Times.

Personalised or Vanity Plates to be available
in Singapore as early as this year!

I love vanity plates.

They give insight into the
personality-profession-proclivity of the owner :)

My vanity plate in California read SINLADY.

Yes, it was loads of fun to keep people guessing.

Music of the Night

Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

I did not plan to see the Phantom of the Opera this time around. I saw the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical a number of times already in its 21-year run. I have exceptionally fond memories of the show when it played in historical theatres in San Francisco and Los Angeles where Box No. 5 was perpetually left empty for the exclusive use of the Phantom.

That is, until the publicity blitz began. First, a behind-the-scene/the-making-of expose on Central, followed by a 2-page write-up in the Straits Times.

And I am reminded why the Phantom holds the record for the longest-running, highest-grossing, most-seen musical in the history of musical theatre.

Phantom has everything going for it:

A simple timeless storyline of a love triangle
told against a background of lavish staging
and spectacular special effects,
supported by haunting arias and moving love lyrics.

I love this musical. I will see it one more time. And I will again be spellbound by its magic.

There is just this one thing I do not like about the romantic entanglement of Erik (the Phantom), Christine and Raoul.

Are you ready for this?

I STILL THINK CHRISTINE PICKED THE WRONG GUY !!

Magical Bali

Lush and languid, Bali beguiles with its beach-side charms ... Lonely Planet

Mention Bali to someone. Anyone. Then watch the smile that washes over the face, the delight that shines in the eyes, and get ready to hear a favourite story unfold about that most magical of tropical vacation islands.

Mention Bali and several images are evoked: stunning sunset, miles of white sandy beach, dramatic mountains, rich culture, luxury living, hip night life, romantic nights.

And not the least of all - the warm, gentle, hospitable people.

Bali sits 8 degrees south of the equator. For most of the year, Bali is stiflingly hot and humid, or else it is rainy, hot and humid.

But during the months June-September, a different weather envelops the island. Onshore winds are cooled by the antipodean winter. And for just these few months, the days are breezily cool, the nights are sometimes chilly.

I was in Bali five times last year during those months. I did the Kuta Beach, Nusa Dua, and Seminyak scenes. But the most perfect holiday was at my girlfriend's home in the Bukit.

She has now put the home up for holiday rental. I have precious memories of the place. I love everything about this home with the stunning view nestled in the hills of the Bukit.

I want only good people to use this place. So that they too may experience the magic that is Bali.

Lost-Found-Lost

It stormed today - a frightful tropical thunder storm - with high winds, claps of thunder and flashes of lightning.

I hesitated at the door. Then decided I would not leave my wet umbrella outside like the last time.

I shook the umbrella as dry as I could and strode into the dance studio. I went over to the corner where everyone left their umbrellas opened to dry. And did a double take when I saw my old umbrella! With the unmistakable red, white, black and peach check pattern. There. On the Floor. Left opened to dry. Right there. Before my disbelieving eyes.

The spurious new owner gave me her usual friendly smile and walked over to retrieve the Burberry. MY BURBERRY my brain screamed. How could this woman, my purported friend, have stolen MY Burberry and now acted like nothing was amiss? I wanted to confront her, wanted to call her a thief, wanted to yell obscenities in her face. But I did nothing of the sort.

I just stood there, dumbed and numbed, rooted to the spot. Watched her blithely saunter over to the cluster of umbrellas, pick up my burberry, wave goodbye and walk out into the rain. Watched her take what was mine out of my life.

I felt bile rise in my throat. I felt the blood in my veins run cold. I wished evil things upon her.

But the moment to speak up, to act out, to right a wrong, passed.

And I felt only defeat.

The Sweet Life

I love getting my favourite people together for an evening of food, drinks, and conversation.

I prefer doing this at home because -

I have the place for it,
It makes for a more intimate evening, and
We do not have to watch the time.

The sweeties invariably want to help out with the dinner and would suggest we pot-luck it. I prefer to take care of the meal proper on my own, so I always say dessert will be appreciated.

Just over the course of the recent holidays alone, I have had the good fortune of having sampled the most divine of sweets:

Chocolate Truffle cake
More Chocolate Cakes
Tiramisu
Gelato
Chocolate
More Chocolate

Not to be left out are the impossibly great desserts made by the talented and skillful among us.

What about the 3 kilos I have gained? I think they are going to stay with me a while longer.

For I love this sweet life I have.

the 70's

The 70's was a really special time. All my "first's" happened in that decade. First left home, first lived on my own, first love, first marriage, first break-up, first job, first world travel. My highest and lowest moments were born and played out in those years.

I lived life fully. That is to say, I lived life on the edge. I hung out with the fashionable party crowd of the drug-fogged brain. I rejected conventional and societal expectation, and it showed in my attitude, my lifestyle, my job. My sense of self was strongly identified with the counterculture of the 70's.

Desiderata is the written expression of those times.

The visual form is best expressed by the bright kaleidoscopic and psychedelic flower motif pop art of 60's icon Peter Max. I have a few of his early posters.

And every time I look at them, I still smile. For in our hippy-trippy mind-altered state, we were so full of hope and love for everybody...

Desired Things cont'd

I was a teenager in the early 1970s when I first came upon a Desiderata poster. The words that speak of inspiration and hope, gentle forgiveness, sense of self in the universe, struck a chord with me. I remembered seeking out that poetry whenever I felt hopelessness, uncertainty and confusion threatening my young existence. I even had the 1971 singles hit of Desiderata recorded on 45 rpm

I knew nothing of the origin of this prose poetry. I never heard of Max Erhmann. Neither did I know that Les Crane won a "Best Spoken Word" grammy for his recording of the poem in 1971. There was no internet then to do any research.

I just loved the poem in written and recorded form.

I thought Desiderata is a distant memory of a by-gone era like the flower children who first popularised it. I am surprised that Desiderata the poem is still very much around today (look up Desiderata with any search engine). Yet I should not have been surprised.

For the beautiful quiet truth that Desiderata speaks of is timeless and universal.

Desired Things

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, 1927

Till the Next Time

The last of our visitor friends left today. We miss them already.

Until the next chance we have to come together, each of us will carry fond memories of these past two weeks.

This is a special friendship. This has been an exceptionally special time for us.

This is my way of letting you girls know how special you are to me.

First to Loh Hei Then to 4-D

Oh wow. This is a first for me/us.

We had loh hei. A fortune cookie with a lucky 4-digit number came with it. We immediately headed for a Singapore Pools stall and bought all combinations of the lucky numbers for all the draw days of this week.

One of the combinations came through for us today.

Winning a consolation prize is not going to make any of us independently wealthy. But it boosts optimism and confidence that the year ahead is fortuitous. Especially when I am one of the animals mentioned here.

It is a nice way to start the year...

Of Food and Friends

Everyone is talking about over-eating and moaning about weight gain during the long Chinese New Year weekend. It is not quite over yet. We have a few more days to go till we close out the season on Chap Goh Meh.

This once fabulous body has put on some 3 kgs since December (yes, I started my gluttonous indulgence early). And it did not help that the regular keep fit and trim routine was interrupted during the holiday seasons.

But hey, I am having a superbly grand time feasting on all manner of culinary delights in the company of homecoming friends. I stubbornly refuse to let a few kgs get in my way of fully living this rare luxury.

For now, eating and living sensibly can wait :)

Before PCs

This has been a week of reunion with old friends, re-hashing old stories, re-affirming long-standing friendship.

At some point, our do-you-remember-when conversation turned to typewriters (yes, typewriters, not PCs and microsoft WORD). This is the tool of trade that defines our generation.

Who remembers (or even knows anything of) that marvel of a typewriter called the Selectric from Big Blue? If you admit to having worked with one, you are of the same vintage as me. Remember when your position in the office pecking order was defined by the number of different typeballs you owned?

In my mind's eye I can still see: my IBM Selectric II was olive green and had dual pitch (10 and 12 characters to the inch). The fonts I used the most was Elite (12-pitch) and Pica (10-pitch). I would switch to Courier (10 and 12) when I wanted a different look.

Back then, most of us were trained to type by touch (as opposed to hunt-and-peck). I am particularly proud that at my fighting best, I typed comfortably at a demonstration typing speed of 90 words per minute (wpm) with 98% accuracy. 60 wpm with 90% accuracy was considered the minimum employable proficiency speed.

This is all historical trivia. It is sentimental trivia for me and it feels good to be talking about it with people who lived it...

Through the Years

We were colleagues at work.

It was a very long time ago
when we were so very young.

We lived up the good times,
we saw each other through the rough times.
Collectively, we share a colourful history.

Our personal and professional lives
took us down different paths, to different countries.

I have come home. They still live abroad;
they are back only for the New Year.

It is always a special time when we
see each other on these rare occasions.

So much time had passed. So much of us have changed.
And so much of us stay unchanged.

We will remember this day for a very long time.
We will see each other again.

When we are even less young than today...

Xin Nian Kuai Le

Something Round, Something Sweet

Of all the old-fashioned foods that must appear at the Chinese New Year Dinner table, tang yuan is my absolute all-time favourite.

I make them! I can tell you it is fiddly work all the way.

But this time of the year, I find it therapeutic to roll dozens and dozens of those sweets-filled balls.

It allows me to block out the thought of all the people I HAVE to see and be nice to over the next several days.

So far I have made them with peanut/black sesame/tau sar-fillings.

And of course I also made the red-dyed no-filling ones for good measure.

I can be so traditional when the mood strikes.

Valentine's

I love it that otherwise shy and reticent lovers
openly declare their love on Valentine's Day.

I would be very flattered if that special someone
made awkward attempts at being romantic.

I admire courageous souls who willingly
make fools of themselves to woo the object of their love.

And I am just as happy to hear him tell me yet again,
"I love you".

Hafla by Serene

Madgy El-Leisy (L), Elias Nachef (R), Claribel (Front)

The dance workshops ended.

But we were not ready to end the weekend - not just yet.

We wanted more time together - share a meal, have some drinks, more bellydancing.

This was made possible by Serene who so graciously arranged a hafla for us.

It was a farewell party we will remember for a long time...

How can like dat?

It was raining cats and dogs.
I left my very wet umbrella outside the dance studio.
When I came out, my umbrella was GONE!

It was still raining cats and dogs.

What kind of low-life mingle among us?
(Got people so bad like dat meh?)

Bellydance Week

This is the week we bellydancers have been waiting for.

Elias Nachef is in town this weekend and is available for private/group percussion lessons. Contact him directly on +61418907113.

The first of this year's master-teacher workshops conducted by Claribel happens next weekend. Details of Magdy El-Leisy's workshops are at www.claribelstudio.com.

Magdy is a highly regarded master-teacher, dancer and choreographer of middle-eastern dance. His classes are always fun, instructive and has a feel of good energy.

To finish off this exciting week, there will be a hafla with special guests Magdy and Elias at Sanobar on the evening of Sunday 11 February. Party starts at 8pm. Do come down and celebrate this evening with us.

I look forward to seeing many of you this whole week.

Forever Tiffany

...with your hand resting in mine...

She has an infectious vivaciousness and practical sensibility. She is a successful career woman in the highly competitive corporate world.

But there is also the little princess in her who dreams of the day her prince will come into her life. This fairy tale love story came true in the form of a tiffany ring.

She smiles ever so shyly every time she glances at the ring. Her eyes light up whenever she talks about the ring. She so obviously adores the ring which holds the promise of a lifetime of love.

In this world of change and uncertainty, this couple reminds me that some constants still hold true.

I know that theirs is a love that will grow, mature and deepen.

COMP UNPLUGGED

The computer went down right after I published Come to the Kazbar. Life without the internet felt so ... unplugged.

There was little difference in how we spent the evening hours. We saw friends for dinner. We watched some TV. We had our day's-end chat. We read in bed. Life went on. But there was a sense of disquiet that one was not quite plugged in.

After four days of internet-less living, I know this: I want internet access at all times...

COME TO THE KAZBAR

It was the sort of night bellydancers LOVE.

Food. Drinks. Friends.

Bellydancing through the night.


It happened at Kazbar last weekend. The pictures tell the story.

Kazbar is at:

25 Church Street

#01-03 Capital Square 3

Tel: 6438 2975

Bellydance show on Wed, Thurs, Fri

ALL THINGS BELLYDANCE

The year is starting out with many exciting events for bellydance enthusiasts.

Gaia is the only bellydance team in the Channel 5 dance competition The Dance Floor which premiers on Sunday 21 January at 8pm. Watch out for Gaia fans in the audience and cheer along with them. Gaia consists of long time friends Belinda and Angelina.

Bellydance classes are resuming after the month-long break in December. I will be at Claribel's, and I look forward to her new and exciting choreography for this term.

I am happy to learn that Ghram has decided to start teaching again. Her class starts in early February. Email ghramg.mok@hotmail.com for more information.

Egyptian tabla player and singer Elias Nachef will be performing at Cafe le Caire from 2 February. This will be a great time for bellydancers to jam at their favourite chill-out joint.

There will be a series of bellydance workshops taught by the much loved master-teacher Magdy El-Leisy (also affectionately known as Mr Bean) on the weekend of 9 to 11 February. See Claribel's website for schedule and registration detail.

And a last reminder that Hafla@Kazbar is on Saturday 20 January.

I will be happy to see you at these events!

HAFLA @ KAZBAR

You are invited to:

Hafla @ Kazbar

hosted by Ghram and Angelina
on Saturday 20 January 2007
from 8:30pm

RSVP ghramg.mok@hotmail.com by January 11.

A deposit of $15.00 per person (fully refundable at the door) is required to register your reservation.

Grab that hipscarf
Dress middle-eastern
Come bellydance the night away

2006/2007

Our elaborate party plans for New Year's Eve started to run into trouble a whole week earlier. There were just too many changes about who does what, where and when. We tried to accommodate everybody by juggling guests and venue but in the end, nothing was going to work out satisfactorily.

We settled on having just family over for dinner. When they left to make their rounds ringing in the New Year, it was one hour before the magic stroke of midnight.

It was an hour of intimate quiet reflection of our life together - a life so emotionally, physically and intellectually intertwined that we could not remember a time when we were not together.

At 0000 hrs, he leaned over, kissed me and said, "This has been a good year. There will be many more."

And I believe him...

REMEMBERING YOU

It has been a weekend of dinners and lunches. There were the sit-down ones, the stand-and-drink-your-dinner ones, the lovingly home-cooked ones, the show-off-in-restaurant ones.

Yet it was not a blur of frenetic festive celebration.

I remember every story of happiness, every shared joke, every expectation for the new year. I was with friends and family. These are people who matter to me - with whom I share joy and disappointment, hope and fear, history and the future.

I miss the ones who were not here yet am confident that they too share my celebratory mood of the season.

It was truly a weekend of friendship and love.

FOR MAY

Thank you for making today perfect.

Now tell our mahjong friends in the kampong of Bakersfield I miss them, and it would make me very happy if they visit me here.

Happy HAPPY HoLiDaYs to all you special people!!

CHRISTMAS CHEER

Three days to Christmas. Two Days to Christmas Eve. One day left to do that little bit of last minute grocery shopping.

I am not frazzled. I am actually having a good time thanks to what is scornfully referred to as the "commercialization of Christmas".

I have been down the home-made, home-baked, DIY-gifts road. I am proud to say I did that very well. But I was exhausted before the holidays even began, and over the years, it got to where I dreaded Christmas.

These days, I know better. I BUY the prezzies. It leaves me in a much better frame of mind to enjoy the holidays with friends and family.

Happy Holidays!

THE COLOUR ORANGE

Your Blog Should Be Orange

Your writing has a star quality - it's charming, bold, and flamboyant. You write what's on your mind, without fear of embarrassment later. You are one of the most honest bloggers around, and people appreciate your daring persona.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

My blog should be orange? I identify with charming, but bold and flamboyant? daring persona?

Maybe I should do a 'VB' and take this test several times just to see what other results show up.

My choice of dark blue background was made after several days of really deep thinking - it lets me use all the funky colours for my text. HaHa

By the way we are all relieved and happy that Suzie Wong's blog is finally unlocked.

HAFLA

I love parties. Any kind of party. I especially love haflas. So when I got an invite to a hafla last weekend, I was all anticipatory for many reasons.

I have not seen the hostess for a couple of years. The major changes in her life are: she's moved twice and she's a mother.

The other ladies I rarely get to see because we circulate in different professional and social circles. It was therefore a treat to get together at all, never mind at a hafla.

There was the food, the drinks, the sweets and most special at haflas, there was the middle eastern music. And there were the dancers, every one of us. There is something indescribably intimate when bellydancers dance for the enjoyment of each other. There is the luxury of freedom to express that is not accorded in a public performance.

Then, there is the inevitable newsy girl-talk. There was so much to get to: scandals to examine, gossip to analyse, sources to verify, rumours to dispel, intentions to dissect, friends to defend, foes to villify.

By night's end, truth and trust were restored. There was a collective sense of triumph...

I love parties. I especially love haflas.

UPGRADE AND CHANGE

I am in the process of upgrading my blog. I am aware the changes make some earlier posts difficult to read because of incompatible colour choices. Bear with me. Things will get better.

MY STRIPPER SONG IS

Your Stripper Song Is

She Wants to Move by N.E.R.D. "Her off beat dance makes me fantasize (Her curves) She's sexy!!" You are 100% sex appeal. As simple as that.

What Song Should You Strip To?

My bellydance/stripper friend took the quiz. She wonders what song I should strip to. The verdict is in. I am flattered that I am "100% sex appeal". I relate to that.

However, I do not relate to the song. Here is the video:



Now we wait for our very glam showgirl friend to take the quiz. Over to you Suzie Wong!

GHRAM ROCKS THE KAZBAR

Kazbar has always occupied a special place in our mind. We love the morrocan look and feel of the place complete with cosy alcoves and mosiac glass moorish lamps.

When we learnt that our friend Ghram is now the resident bellydancer, it was time to revisit our once-favourite haunt.

The impossibly long lustrous hair framing an elfin face, the ever-present sparkle in her eyes, the mega-watt smile she flashes in your direction - she is a vision of beauty, charm and grace.


She plays to the crowd; they respond with enthusiasm and good cheer.

And all the time, you know she is really enjoying the music, the dance, the audience.


No wonder she is our all-time most loved bellydance performer.

Kazbar is at:
25 Church Street #01-03
Capital Square 3
Tel: 64382975

Bellydance show on Wed, Thurs, Fri

THE FANCY FAIRE - ONCE IS NOT ENOUGH

I admit going to the Fancy Faire two days in a row seems like overdoing a good thing. But I really really cannot help myself.

The experience is simply irresistable. There is the floral scent from lit candles, the glitter of bling bling, the rich varied touch of fabric. It is a treasure trove of unique and unusual gifts.

I buy for myself on Day 1. I buy with my friends in mind on Day 2. I come away truly happy.

RENDEZVOUS WITH THE BODYTALKS

Oh yes, it's ladies night, And the feeling's right
Oh yes, it's ladies night, Oh what a night
- Kool and the Gang

It was party night by the bodytalks.
The place was Gotham Penthouse.

The decor was decadent and sensual.
The stage was set.
The lights were low
The music was right.

The show girls were drop dead gorgeous.
The action was non-stop. The audience was pumped.
It was party night. Oh what a night.

RETURN TO FANCY FAIRE

My loot from previous visit to Fancy Faire:




Darling earrings by Simone of Blingalicious









Funky bags by Louise of Snatch

The Christmas Fancy Faire is back:

Orchard Hotel, Level 3
Tuesday, 5th December 10am - 8pm
Wednesday 6th December 9.30am - 5pm

My heart is restless; I cannot wait to find more treasures at this Christmas wonderland...