Hen night for chicks

I've been asked to be the bridesmaid, wedding's emcee and organiser of hen nights so many times that it is not funny anymore. You know the saying - always the bridesmaid, never the bride. However when my best friend F asked me to be the maid of honour, it is an honourable duty that I'd gladly undertake, swearing this is the last f%ckin' time I'm pleading a room full of unwilling strangers to toast 'yum seng' to an even more reluctant wedding couple.

Va bene, we've got the tailored bridesmaid dress and sari - checked. We've got the wild hen night over with - checked. That just leaves the wedding rehearsal this weekend -superb. Oh, did i mention how wild was the hen night festa last Saturday? The theme I dictated was "Naughty, Sexy, Bitchy" and pre-party drinks soon culminated into a closed-doors giggles-a-minute lingerie soiree within the hotel suite. The climax was when F unveiled the gigantic cioccolato cake shaped like a 12-inch penis replete with a throbbing marzapan red head, 2 crunchy choc-mousse balls and a moss of unkept pubic 'hair'. We all collapsed into a heap of laughter as F stepped up to 'blow' the candle and lick the mayo off the head. Fantastico!

Then the stripping game of 'Gay Boy' was introduced and within 30mins, the room was filled with screaming naked ladies - some whom have only met one other for the first time. It was indeed a cosy and close encounter. Ha. I think that's the beauty of friendship among women. We are trusting, tolerant, generous and did I mention insane? Well done girls - you've just provided me enough materials to bribe you for the next 30 years!

Moving on, work has been craaazy with projects pouring in and our company's repute got another boost when we were featured in a magazine lately. I think I'll have to turn down the invitation to lecture part-time at a local polytechnic although it'd please me no end to torture a bunch of F&B trade professionals in the name of academia. A new men's magazine also asked me to contribute an opinion piece - and for once, I'm stumped for words. Si, me the ever motor mouth blogger. What should I comment on? hmm, I don't want to sound stupido to the intellectuals reading it. Any suggestions, email me per favore. Grazie.

As November draws to an end, I'm winding down another fulfilling year with an avventura in Indochina, covering the magnificent Sieam Reap in Cambodia, Vientiane and Vang Vieng in Laos, Udon Thani border of Thai and then NYE in Bangkok. I promised A that I'd be his bodyguard and chaperon - all he needs to do is carry my bag. Ooh I can't wait to go trigger happy at Angkor Wat - now all I need is a Xmas gift of a decent camera to myself and have placed the order for the new slick yet classic G7 Canon. For a self-confessed aspiring photographer, I can't keep borrowing my friends' cameras right?

Semplicemente perche

Sorry folks for missing in action for the past weeks! Work has been punishing which is always rewarding for the business' year-end bottom line. I had finally taken a term's break from my italian class and will start again in January 07, semplicemente perche e' piu difficile adesso! Devo fare la practica prima di continuare il corso.

Thus the good news was I'm back on the Friday's partying circuit - yay! - and enjoying myself meeting people and getting pissed (ok my limit is still 5 drinks)! The irony is I've weaned myself off the dating site and my social life has taken a turn for the better...

Ok I promised my dear Romanian friend Cristian that I'd mention him on my blog (this will thrill him to bits!) and so there, are you happy now?! *grin* He's one out of two amici that I've maintained from the site (l'altro e' Paolo di Mantova che sara sposato il marzo prossimo) And guess what? Both speak italiano! Si, I'm linguistically biased! So sue me.

Anyway this week's lesson/topic is all about Men's HUGE ego + their lame inability to communicate their frustrations = which will be their biggest downfall and explain why they die earlier than women in general. This is my conclusion from hearing various similar accounts from my poor girlfriends who are pulling their hair out because their partners are shutting them out from their problems and instead choosing to sulk and punch walls. Guys, wake up! Share your feelings/ fears/ thoughts/ inspirations with us. It is perfectly OK to be vulnerable, weak, insecure, cry and seek help. Relationships are all about communication, va bene?

And most of all, do not put WORK above your family, friends and personal aspirations. The last thing you'd be thinking on your death bed is not what work you have not completed. If you do, you deserved to be buried with that thought.

Chew over this quote of the week:
"Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom
Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power"
- Lao-tzu