Rox in the City

Singletons Guide to the Galaxy: A Thrills and Frills Blog

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Desparate Gold-Diggers

I gave up watching television when Brooke of The Bold & The Beautiful had her son-in-laws baby. Ok, there were other reasons apart from this, but it just strengthened my resolve to abstain from the big brain drain. Anyway, it was clearly a wise choice judging from the level of crapness now gracing the box each night. The ultimate has to be reality TV. I mean, the idea in itself is funny enough without SA models of the real thang. Reality? Please! And as for the dramas...Desparate Viewers sum it up just right. Somebody in La-La Land needs a wake up. And producers need some decent creatives to brainstorm some viable content that really reflects Real Life. Just like...

Desparate Gold-Diggers

12 young blonde chicks
1 filthy rich millionaire octogenerian
12 scheming future mother-in-laws
Assorted unsuspecting ex-boyfriends, male friends and pool boys

One lucky lady will get to marry a rich, ailing man. Each week, someone has to go. Who will be tempted by the pool guy? Whose mother will wreck her chances? What will they do to get to the top? And will the old guy live to the final episode?

The new reality-drama, Desparate Gold-Diggers...she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

The story of my body art

This year was a good year for tattoo's. I got two of them, pictures below. The first one is my star sign, the second a Thai numeral 5, which is my lucky number. It's also the number of tat's I plan to have before I get on the needle wagon. As Rich...! once said, once you get bitten by the needle, you become a slave to it's ink. No more piercings though, I got my belly ring way back in the days when it wasn't trendy and that's all the metal I plan to have. I'll settle for having mettle instead.

Along came another one. Posted by Picasa

Then there was the first tattoo. Posted by Picasa

In the beginning was the ring... Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, October 18, 2005


This month has really not been a lot of fun. In the space of a few weeks I've resigned, taken the rest of the semester from classes off (to redo it next year) and now I can't even post the one good thing that's happened this month AKA my new tattoo. Blogger Images is against me, it's joined the Universe for Anti-Rox Month it seems.

So what's a gal to do? I can't shop, payday is still too far-off. I can't drink, same reason. That leaves Def Leppard, tea and chocolate. Now if only I had a dimpled, superman with a roguish sense of humour and a girly caring nature to give me a back rub...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Career Guidance 101

So the other day I was barefoot, in the kitchen, right in front of the stove even, when the urge to be a housewife hit me. It isn't the first time I've had these musings, come to think about it similar circumstances were involved too. Whatever, I am sick of offices, sick of stress, sick of work. What I want is leisure and luxury, or job fulfullment at the very least. Whether I get this through finding something more suitable, or finding someone suitable remains to be seen, but if it is the someone, there are some firm guidelines.

1. I'll cook if he pampers. Massages, presents, candlelit bubble-baths and feeding of chocolates by hand are a fair exchange for a cooked meal. I am a good cook too.
2. Housekeeping. No more battles about dishes, ironing or similar.
3. Income. He brings it, I spend it. (but I can bring in my own if needs be)
4. He goes out with his friends, I go out with mine, we both go out together. If you can't party with your husband / partner, why are you sleeping with him?

Of course, all my other specifications still apply, as seen previously. So, changing direction job-wise is a much more simpler path to career satisfaction. Since my ideal job of Professional Party Goer seems to be non-profit, I think I'll do it for free.