Bling! Bling!
I've never been a fan of jewellery, plastic or gems.
I gush over how pretty they are but I rarely buy or wear them. They tickle, and I don't like it.
So it's quite strange to feel my pulse quicken at the sight of diamonds tonight. And I still can't tell if it's fascination or shock.
It's not as if it's my first time performing at The Carat Club. I've played at quite a few of their functions (click on the site and you'll see the piano).
One time, they made me wear a diamond tennis bracelet the whole night. Beautiful and worth about the price of a modest family sedan. It also felt strangely heavy. Probably from paranoia that someone would walk in and hack my hand off.
Tonight, they organised a jewellery showcase for platinum cardholders of a charge card company. One model wore a gorgeous ring of three oval diamonds. An obscenely huge 4-carat, flanked by two 2-carat stones.
The price tag? Let's just say it could buy you half a mansion. Its matching necklace of many more oval rocks is probably worth enough to end poverty in a starving country. And I'm not exaggerating. No, no sirrree.
Before the show began, The Carat Club owner said something in his speech about diamonds 2-carats and above appreciating by 20-30% in the next few years. An investment opportunity if you will (why, it's only about the price of a new apartment).
Much to the delight of his lady guests, he advised the men to grow their wealth on their ladies' fingers (*flash* curry vegetable *flash* yong tau foo *flash*)
After the event, as I guzzled a glass (ok, two) of nice wine at the bar, the marketing manager told me how this place can warp your mind a little.
She said she never really cared for diamonds.
But since she started working here, even a 0.5 carat is looking small. Anything less would be quite sad.
A hazard of the job, I guess.
But you can't wear a helmet and rubber boots for this one, can you?
I gush over how pretty they are but I rarely buy or wear them. They tickle, and I don't like it.
So it's quite strange to feel my pulse quicken at the sight of diamonds tonight. And I still can't tell if it's fascination or shock.
It's not as if it's my first time performing at The Carat Club. I've played at quite a few of their functions (click on the site and you'll see the piano).
One time, they made me wear a diamond tennis bracelet the whole night. Beautiful and worth about the price of a modest family sedan. It also felt strangely heavy. Probably from paranoia that someone would walk in and hack my hand off.
Tonight, they organised a jewellery showcase for platinum cardholders of a charge card company. One model wore a gorgeous ring of three oval diamonds. An obscenely huge 4-carat, flanked by two 2-carat stones.
The price tag? Let's just say it could buy you half a mansion. Its matching necklace of many more oval rocks is probably worth enough to end poverty in a starving country. And I'm not exaggerating. No, no sirrree.
Before the show began, The Carat Club owner said something in his speech about diamonds 2-carats and above appreciating by 20-30% in the next few years. An investment opportunity if you will (why, it's only about the price of a new apartment).
Much to the delight of his lady guests, he advised the men to grow their wealth on their ladies' fingers (*flash* curry vegetable *flash* yong tau foo *flash*)
After the event, as I guzzled a glass (ok, two) of nice wine at the bar, the marketing manager told me how this place can warp your mind a little.
She said she never really cared for diamonds.
But since she started working here, even a 0.5 carat is looking small. Anything less would be quite sad.
A hazard of the job, I guess.
But you can't wear a helmet and rubber boots for this one, can you?
Labels: a girl after all, gigs
says Wandernut on Thursday, October 13, 2005
4 wandered by:
Wait...they MADE you wear a diamond tennis bracelet?? My kinda job.
Diamonds are the raison d'etre of my existence on this miserable earth. >) I've always been glad that I was born in April: suitors, stalkers, sugar daddies take note!
kinda off topic (sorrylah, no interest in diamonds)...would love to hear you play the piano.
where do you moonlight ah?
*eink eink eink eink*
psycho stalker music
Mint: Alas, they removed it from my wrist. I didn't know to feel sorrow or relief.
Shryh: Then you'll never want to leave once you walk into their Bangsar showroom.
The only diamond I can realistically afford is a microscopic booger-sized speck. I think it's smaller than 0.10! But what's the point then, huh?
Spot: I don't moo-nlight on contract anymore. It's only been ad hoc functions and events for the past 2 years. The day job's tiring enough. But if I get a more 'public' gig, I'll let you know, ok? :)
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