Facebook

Facebook is taking over our lives (how sad are we?) . It's everywhere, spreading like the smell of pain of chocolat from the bakery downstairs. Even here in the office, the Facebook page is up and random colleagues are checking each other's friends.

We're all on it, and if some of our friends haven't yet joined , we're pleading , over-selling the whole thing , even begging just so that we can add one more friend to our list - and become the most popular of them all (sounds like a bad American High School movie). If only i could remember the names of ALL the people I know.

I agree, it is fun to re-connect with people from our past; friends or should I say acquaintances that we met randomly 5 years ago in that bar in Northern Queensland. But after those initial exchanges of "oh my god - you have 10 kids , live in Reykjavik and drink Pimms everyday? " - the conversation inevitably fades into oblivion.

How dependent have we become on inter-connectivity, social networks, business networks, blogs, mySpace to communicate, share , socialise? A recent article in the onion - drew a funny picture of this situation.

Stating the obvious, I would never forego real life experiences for virtual ones (think- SecondLife) . But given an ever increasing circle of friends, who unfortunately do not all live in my neighborhood - it has become necessary to be part of these virtual networks to stay connected.

I even remember having a three way conversation with my Aunt (in Australia) via instant messenger - who was talking to my mum (in France) on the phone via Skype at the same time. I spent my time asking my Aunt in Oz to say something to my mum in France while I was in the UK.

If that's not a small world. I don't know what is?

Fresh Prince ....

"Now this is the story...all about how... i became the Prince of a town called Bel Air..."

Do you remember the Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff (sing it with me summer... summer... summertime... lalalalala) - well i saw an older version of the kid who used to get thrown out of the house by Dr Banks. I know, we're going back in time here. But how could i miss the opportunity to see him in the flesh.

We ended up in Canvas (Kings X) on Sunday night - we were lucky it was pouring down with rain and cold. I had never been to the Canvas, but as my work colleague mentionned today "isn't it dodgy up there?". Well this is Kings X after all - however up and coming it may be.

The Canvas has four rooms house, hip hop, soul and techno. To be honest, I only saw two. The techno one (ie. the entrance) and the hip hop one. Don't get me wrong, I like hip hop but like everything, in small doses. I managed to stick around , bumping my head up and down for a good three hours before Mr JJ made an appearance. And to be honest, he was the master. He mixed great tunes, Nirvana, Michael Jackson with odd (and crankin') stuff. But it worked. He got everyone going. Alas, by 2 am by feet were killing me, a drunken blond was trying to start a fight and an out-of-place BcBg type got pissed off because he left his glass with me and was surprised when i threw it (delicately) on the floor. So i called it quits and trodded off home in the rain.

A sweet affair, nonetheless. Big up to Big Dj JJ - you da man.

Man - icure

I have been working for almost five years now, and the one thing i have realised, is that work conditions our body to the most unfortunate consequences. I will not even dwell on the physical inactivity aspect (i have a desk job, with the only form of exercise involves getting up for a cup of tea) but more on our sleeping patterns.

It has finally happened ... my body now wakes up by itself at 7 am EVERY morning. Granted, i still have the knack to fall right back to sleep but still...this annoys me.

I used to love sleeping in, it was one of the best things about being a kid/student/non working person. I remember my summers, they would involve spending the day at the beach, late nights drinks with friends, sleep ins, afternoon wake up calls, 4pm windsurfing sessions, late diners at home....and the cycle would continue day after day (i know i had a very difficult childhood).

But now, i struggle on weekdays AND on weekends. I can't seem to go to bed early enough, struggle to wake up, end up gulping coffee throughout the day to keep conscious and despite the accumlated tiredness - i still can't get to bed before 12.

Today - I woke up at 7 am and dully returned to the sweet land of morphea until 12.

But on a cheerier note, I treated myself to a manicure today. It was raining and depressing so what better way than a bit of pampering to make it all go away.