From Glam to Poop (Lovely Sideways in Between)
Sunday early afternoon was spent doing laundry, cleaning up the flat, feeling thankful I live in a small flat because I already have to clean up so much and so often. Headed over to Great World City to get my proper business outfit for my first CC meeting tomorrow (wish me luck!), and get a haircut and pedicure simultaneously.
Now, I have never been a salon kinda gal. I’ve recently gotten into pedicures only because my first pedicure in my life showed me how disgusting my un-pedicured toenails were. Cutting hair is a pain because I used to have a have a great (and cheap!) hairstylist in Berkeley and I don’t know who to go to in Singapore. My hair is maintained only with trying as much as possible not to do anything with it, i.e. try not to wash it too often, only using shampoo (conditioner makes it too limp), and nothing else, no products, no hairdrying, just a hairbrush in the morning. I know I should get my hair trimmed every 6 weeks, but being the cheap-ass I am, I try to let it go for 6 months. Therefore, for the past 2 months, I’ve had perpetual bad hair days. With my best friend’s wedding next weekend, I decided to treat myself to a haircut.
Randomly went into Jantzen on the 2nd floor of GWC, because their prices ($36 for wash and cut) were reasonable. And what a serendipous find, that Jantzen. For $36, I got an amazing 20 min head massage with my wash. They hardly do that these days. It’s always a disappointing shampoo and rinse as fast as they can get away with. As I had two girls blow-drying my hair, I had my pedicure ($13). The simultaneity, while probably common to the salon-trotting chick, blew me away! Hairstyling and pedicure at the same time?? I could really do stuff like that?? I felt so teased! So pampered! Like a princess!
I came home later that night, sashaying with my lovely hair and fresh pedicure, only to find that the bloody cat has pooped again where he wasn’t supposed to. If Ken wasn’t there to laugh at me while I squatted and cleaned up and squatted in front of the rubbish chute to dig up all the old kitty litter and change to a new set in hope that he’d poop where he’s fucking supposed to, I’d have lost it. At least Ken’s laughter made it almost funny. From glam princess to poop cleaner. *phht*. I had to chant "I love Pat I love Pat" over and over because I’m only doing this for him and him only. I’m starting to feel utterly foreign to the concept of having pets and having to clean up after them. Darwin would roll in his grave. I doubt evolution has ever seen a stage where one animal cleaned up the shit of the other. Why do we humans choose to do it now???
In between the transition from glam princess to poop cleaner though, was a lovely lovely movie, Sideways, with Ken. If you liked American Splendor, you’d love Sideways. Paul Giamatti is such an amazing actor. With so many sub-standard movies out these days, Sideways is such a breath of fresh air.


