Unlimited sessions of permanent hair removal

I subscribe to online coupons, and daily I receive notifications on new offers and good deals.

Recently, I received one, featuring unlimited sessions for permanent hair removal.

That immediately caught my eye. If the removal is permanent, why the need for more than one session, let alone unlimited sessions?

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My job or my life

My job isn't easy.
Some think that being in a call centre can be very senang, cause you don't meet and deal with customers' face to face. But they forget that the phone offers anonymity mutually, and that veil of pseudo-physicality results in customers being more blunt and vocal.

A conversation I had with a customer today lasted an hour. Not the longest I ever had, but it was certainly emotionally draining. Yet, despite the ill effects they have on me, customers always remind me of many life's statements. Such as, trust has to be earned. Also, acting blur can extend longevity.

Above all, my customers never fail to instil the sense of humanity in me. In this world of hardware and software, and technology and virtual reality blur the vision of reality, it is not easy to find humanity.

When was the last time you felt the pulse of your heart? Or stopped to breathe in fresh roses? Or savour the garlic of the bak kut teh?

At the end of the day, my customers remind me that I am but a human. There will always one above me, and one below me. There will always be harsh moments, and calm soothing ones. Though they illuminate my sad side, and induce compassion, they also reveal the vengeful angry unreasonable narrow-minded sides of them.

At what costs, do we discover ourselves?

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Poor cup of Acappuccino

If music be the food of love, then play on.
If singing be the meat in food, then Acappuccino please let me be a vegetarian.

I attended the first public performance of Acappuccino, a four year old local acapella group a few nights back.

It started out very very badly. It ended very very badly either.

Featuring 7 members, I think the group needs more public performances. Perhaps it was the bright spotlights, or the proximity of the audience to the singers (it was held at Esplanade's Recital Studio), I could clearly see the shock and nervousness written blatantly on one of the performer's face.

As part of their proceeds went to Japan Relief, their repertoire included numerous international songs. That said, it would only take but a few minutes to recite the names of the pieces a few time backstage. While I understand that foreign names such as Japanese might be a bit tricky in pronouncing, it isn't really very professional to read off the score, stumble over it the first time, and then recite it twice. For a moment, I wondered if they only received the score that very same day.

The second half was no better. There were times where the music seemed to pick up, and I thought that they were getting good. In fact, their Lion King song was quite palatable.

Despite that, and a rather uplifting piece when they were seated down on high chairs, the performance was a let-down. One of their singers was flat throughout her solos, and the they might consider either hiring an emcee or improving their hosting skills.

When you're performing in front of an audience, cracking internal jokes, or stopping after eight bars, just to re-tune with each other, isn't ethical.

I can only hope that they improve for their next performance. Even if part of your proceeds are for the relief efforts in Japan, and you have an array of pieces arranged by international composers, you still need heaps of work, and perhaps start by singing together on the same tempo.

ONS

I had a one night stand recently.

It was just me and a warm pussy for one night.
She wasn't very fussy, didn't make much noise.
Wasn't very demanding.
Even woke me up with a lick of my cheek.
Like how often can you get that?

I had arrived home laden with groceries,
and found her curled up against my gate,
Looking at me with such woeful eyes,
melting my heart faster than the scorching heat,

I immediately dumped my groceries, bought a packet of cat food,
and invited her in.
She might have been someone's pet though; I ain't sure.
Her right ear was clipped, but she didn't have a collar.
Her nails weren't trimmed, but she was rather tame for a wild act.

She came in, walked a round, and made herself very comfortable
on the middle of my bed.
That night was one of the best nights I ever had in my life.

In fact, I think next time when I get my own loft,
I'll rear a cat and a dog. :D