Where have the days gone?
Jun. 26th, 2004 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterBusy busy busy.
I'm doing so many things that I need to write about, but I'm a bit lazy and dazed at the moment (and we're going to the River Kwai tomorrow -- must be ready by 6:30am).
But, I've built up a very good ranting kind of babble and I must air it, lest my head explode.
So today we did a bunch of cool touristy things, which shall be expanded upon in a later post. The first thing I want to talk about is lunch. We were all nearly fainting with hunger after traipsing around a LOT of old ruins and temples in Ayutthaya, so we went to lunch at this little restaurant/cafe place. We were supposed to go on this kind of river cruise on the Chao Phraya while having lunch, but we decided not to do the cruise and have lunch on land instead.
Now, normally, I ask if the meal I'm ordering is spicy. I don't like spicy food too much, as I have precious little tolerance for that sort of thing. Today, however, I didn't ask because... well, I'm just ordring some steamed rice topped with beef. That can't be too bad, right? It sounded like something that I've had and enjoyed already.
How wrong I was.
The food was spicy as all hell. After the first bite, my mouth was on fire. My nose eventually started dripping (my sinuses cleared up), my lips felt all tingly and burning, and then my eyes watered by the end of it. But what did I do?
I kept eating.
It was really very good, the spiciness aside, and you can bet that I plowed through the rice and someone else's bottled water. Zhu was watching me during the whole meal, and everyone on my end of the table was greatly amused by me saying things like:
"Oh my god... I can't feel my lips... no! I'm good! I'm good!" *munch* *cries* "It's good! Aaaaaahhh... water!"
But at least I can say that I had spicy Thai food while in Thailand.
XP
The masochism doesn't end there, though!
Once we got back to the hotel from the trip, I decided to get my legs waxed. See, if I'm going to be in Samui in a bathing suit, I want my legs to be smooth and I don't want to have to worry about shaving everyday. I've even been avoiding shaving lately, so the hair grows out so the wax takes well. I was getting very pricky and uncomfortable. So... waxing. I went to the hotel's beauty salon place, and the price was 1200 baht (600 a leg), because I wanted my legs waxed all the way from my thighs to my ankles.
Note --
There is a firmly held belief, based on fact, that the human body can tolerate a great many things. An immunity or tolerance can be built up by the body and mind. Evidence of this ranges from soldiers in wars building a "tolerance" to the situations and death around then, to the community watchdog groups blaming popular television and films for helping youths build a tolerance to violence. Even people put under extreme torture can "re-wire" their minds to stay sane and help alleviate their inner turmoil.
... no such tolerance occurs for getting your legs waxed.
End Note
First, the lady used cold wax (that honey-like sticky stuff with the muslin strips) to try to tame my legs. That hurt like a sonovabitch. I've done it to myself before, but this was an experience beyond pain. Every time she ripped the strip off, I yelped. It hurt every damn time. I thought that I might eventually get used to the feeling but, no, that didn't hapen.
*flinchwince*
The lady asked, and I confirmed, that I shave my legs. This makes the hair coarser and harder to remove.
... she busted out with the hot wax.
Yes. Real wax. I swear to god she was just slapping paraffin on my legs or something. So, along with the RIP of the wax, the wax was HOT. Much whining and yelping ensued, but it worked... for the most part.
Then she brought out the tweezers.
To pluck out stray, obnoxious and tenacious hairs.
*cringes*
If having sticky honey wax ripped off my ankles, and hot wax poured and then ripped off my inner thighs, the tweezers nearly had me crying. I never got used to ANY of it, though I took perverse pleasure out of the shock my legs were receiving. Stupid things. Stupid Spaniard genes. I wish I had the hairless Asian genes and not the hairy Spaniard genes.
*growls*
After 2 hours of torture, I was done. I tipped the lady pretty well for having to deal with me (and my legs). And you know the funny thing? My legs STILL aren't completely hairless. *grumps at legs* I'm mostly smooth now though, and that's good enough for me. I think that I'm really going to have to switch from shaving to waxing, just so that things like this will be easier in the future.
That or save up for electrolysis.
*rubs legs* It really sucks being female sometimes.
I'm doing so many things that I need to write about, but I'm a bit lazy and dazed at the moment (and we're going to the River Kwai tomorrow -- must be ready by 6:30am).
But, I've built up a very good ranting kind of babble and I must air it, lest my head explode.
So today we did a bunch of cool touristy things, which shall be expanded upon in a later post. The first thing I want to talk about is lunch. We were all nearly fainting with hunger after traipsing around a LOT of old ruins and temples in Ayutthaya, so we went to lunch at this little restaurant/cafe place. We were supposed to go on this kind of river cruise on the Chao Phraya while having lunch, but we decided not to do the cruise and have lunch on land instead.
Now, normally, I ask if the meal I'm ordering is spicy. I don't like spicy food too much, as I have precious little tolerance for that sort of thing. Today, however, I didn't ask because... well, I'm just ordring some steamed rice topped with beef. That can't be too bad, right? It sounded like something that I've had and enjoyed already.
How wrong I was.
The food was spicy as all hell. After the first bite, my mouth was on fire. My nose eventually started dripping (my sinuses cleared up), my lips felt all tingly and burning, and then my eyes watered by the end of it. But what did I do?
I kept eating.
It was really very good, the spiciness aside, and you can bet that I plowed through the rice and someone else's bottled water. Zhu was watching me during the whole meal, and everyone on my end of the table was greatly amused by me saying things like:
"Oh my god... I can't feel my lips... no! I'm good! I'm good!" *munch* *cries* "It's good! Aaaaaahhh... water!"
But at least I can say that I had spicy Thai food while in Thailand.
XP
The masochism doesn't end there, though!
Once we got back to the hotel from the trip, I decided to get my legs waxed. See, if I'm going to be in Samui in a bathing suit, I want my legs to be smooth and I don't want to have to worry about shaving everyday. I've even been avoiding shaving lately, so the hair grows out so the wax takes well. I was getting very pricky and uncomfortable. So... waxing. I went to the hotel's beauty salon place, and the price was 1200 baht (600 a leg), because I wanted my legs waxed all the way from my thighs to my ankles.
Note --
There is a firmly held belief, based on fact, that the human body can tolerate a great many things. An immunity or tolerance can be built up by the body and mind. Evidence of this ranges from soldiers in wars building a "tolerance" to the situations and death around then, to the community watchdog groups blaming popular television and films for helping youths build a tolerance to violence. Even people put under extreme torture can "re-wire" their minds to stay sane and help alleviate their inner turmoil.
... no such tolerance occurs for getting your legs waxed.
End Note
First, the lady used cold wax (that honey-like sticky stuff with the muslin strips) to try to tame my legs. That hurt like a sonovabitch. I've done it to myself before, but this was an experience beyond pain. Every time she ripped the strip off, I yelped. It hurt every damn time. I thought that I might eventually get used to the feeling but, no, that didn't hapen.
*flinchwince*
The lady asked, and I confirmed, that I shave my legs. This makes the hair coarser and harder to remove.
... she busted out with the hot wax.
Yes. Real wax. I swear to god she was just slapping paraffin on my legs or something. So, along with the RIP of the wax, the wax was HOT. Much whining and yelping ensued, but it worked... for the most part.
Then she brought out the tweezers.
To pluck out stray, obnoxious and tenacious hairs.
*cringes*
If having sticky honey wax ripped off my ankles, and hot wax poured and then ripped off my inner thighs, the tweezers nearly had me crying. I never got used to ANY of it, though I took perverse pleasure out of the shock my legs were receiving. Stupid things. Stupid Spaniard genes. I wish I had the hairless Asian genes and not the hairy Spaniard genes.
*growls*
After 2 hours of torture, I was done. I tipped the lady pretty well for having to deal with me (and my legs). And you know the funny thing? My legs STILL aren't completely hairless. *grumps at legs* I'm mostly smooth now though, and that's good enough for me. I think that I'm really going to have to switch from shaving to waxing, just so that things like this will be easier in the future.
That or save up for electrolysis.
*rubs legs* It really sucks being female sometimes.
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Date: 2004-06-26 11:08 am (UTC)anyway, you know what the most evil thing is? my mom's boyfriend doesn't have any hair on his legs... even his arms are smooth...
and he's so gloating whenever he catches me glaring at his pretty legs in jealousy. >_>;
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Date: 2004-06-26 11:26 am (UTC)... and that is so not fair. Guys are SUPPOSED to be hairy!
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Date: 2004-06-26 01:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-06-27 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-06-26 11:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-06-27 07:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-06-26 11:52 pm (UTC)And I'll say from experience that Nair is just the same as shaving, except that it burns your skin as well. I'd avoid it, if I were you. You're probably best off with waxing.
Though... on the food subject, I feel your pain.
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Date: 2004-06-27 07:42 am (UTC)And I've Naired before. There's something oddly refreshing about seeing the hair shrivel and burn in a chemical fashion. It doesn't irritate my skin, really.
... spicy food! T_T
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Date: 2004-06-27 04:48 pm (UTC)Now Nair... that burned! It hurt! Ah well, different skin types, ne?
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Date: 2004-06-28 02:51 am (UTC)And yes, different skin types. I mean, I don't even get sunburned. I just get dark.