on the road to making designer soap

I finally did it. And surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad.

If you're wondering just what exactly my incoherent rambling is all about... Think: what did Tyler Durden say that his designer soap was made of?

The answer? Fat from liposuctioned bodies. (and the movie, by the way, was Fight Club)

No, I did not decide to go into soap-making nor started some nihilistic cult. Instead, I finally did the unthinkable... I got liposuctioned. And despite some discomfort and soreness... I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!! My arms are sooo teeny-tiny!! Wheeeeee!

Now for anyone who might be reading this page and contemplating the shallowness of the matter... To each his own. And for me going through something as drastic and life-changing as this - it wasn't purely for aesthetic reasons. In a way, it signals a sort of rebirth for me. So many new things are happening in my life, so many great and happy things... I feel like I've gotten a second chance to do things right in my life. Starting with a healthier lifestyle.

And, no, I'm not exactly going to prance around in a bikini top or pasties a la L'il Kim. But I am going to exploit my beautiful new arms. I knew that black halter I bought in Hong Kong would come in handy. Hehe. For the moment though, I'm going to have to pay my dues... all swollen and beat like a woman who's just given birth and dressed like a superhero in my compression garments. (We're talking MAJOR blackmail material here!) So... no pictures as of yet of, as one dear friend put it, Chiko ver 2.0.

I'm suddenly reminded of that Garbage album.. Oh, well.

Bora this summer, here I come!!! ;)