One of life's mysteries

Ok, let me try to be as short and succinct as possible.
It is the conundrum of why some fat people insist on dressing so skimpily.
I saw a living tofu on the train today; she was fat, fair, jiggly, wobbly and chunky.
And she was wearing a spag top and short shorts.
Like please okay. Today is Friday. I don't know why she wouldn't want to give all of us a break.
MY EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And if you want to bare so much skin and wear black, don't think we are none the wiser.
It can't ever be a coincidence that black is your favourite colour.
You want to show, and yet you want to conceal.
How stupid can one get?!
And you would think that with a body size like that her brain might at least be a little bigger right.
Yucks.
And with the end of this entry, I command myself to recover from this trauma.
I wish all of you much more pleasant journeys on the MRT.

My Utopia

This entry has been a long time coming. Please do enjoy. 

Well, as you all already know, I was in Sydney on August 9th but I did have a National Day moment nonetheless.

We were at the sailing club in Rose Bay, and I had just had the tremendous honour of christening Terence & Roy's boat with a bottle of champagne. I popped the cork and pronounced a blessing on Majulah (as she's named) and then the boys set out to sea for the very first time while I waved them off (bottle in hand, polishing off the remaining champers hahaha).

Because the other boats at the bay were smaller, Majulah was towering head and shoulders above the rest. As I was gazing upon 'SIN' for Singapore on their sail right up there, I just felt so proud. 

When I think of Singapore, I think of her in the good ol' days before she started being infested by china chinese. I may be young, but I am old enough to remember a Singapore free from bastardization, which essentially is the growing presence not of foreigners, but of china chinese. That was my utopia.

First of all, let me address the rebuttals forming at lightning speed in your head. 

1. How can I be racist against my own race? Ans: I don't actually see them as a 'race'. They are in a subgroup all on their own. 

2. But your forefathers came from china! Ans: Acknowledged. But I think along the way, we Singaporeans  have flourished and learnt social etiquette and awareness.

Granted, we still have a long way to go. But I believe we have learnt to stand, not SQUAT behind the yellow lines while waiting for the trains. I believe we follow the natural course of human expression and only shout in anger and excitement or when other people cannot hear us, and not as a part of everyday conversation (and worse still, in an enclosed space such as a bus). I believe we have the concept of filial piety ingrained in us more so than the place where it originated from; why else would I, a lady, have had to give up my seat on the MRT to an old lady while the two chinamen beside me just ignored her? 

I have the utmost respect for our MM, but I absolutely cannot agree with his stance of being accepting and open to these lowlifes to help our ageing population. More than anything, they are superficially (as I have shown above) and morally (here's to you cpf-sucking, coffee-shop-uncle-targeting parasites) tarnishing our country. I make it a priority, when I can, to make them feel unwelcome (after witnessing the chinamen snub my old lady, I paid the deed back by promptly remaining in my MRT seat when a pregnant china woman came on. Yes, I was very sure. She was conversing with her husband in that bloody annoying whiny accent. No one can mistake that). The fact that the MM had to address this is very interesting isn't it? Surely there's growing resentment among Singaporeans. We won't leave our beloved nation to the dogs!

True, this is reality. But I have much more pleasant memories of Singapore which I will continue to revisit until this issue is addressed, or until I migrate. After all, home is where the heart is whereas a nation is but a concept. 

Terence on a white horse

I just watched Casanova and loved it!!!

All the essentials of a fairytale set in the beautiful Venice (which I repeatedly say I must visit before it sinks although in the case of this movie I largely suspect a fair amount of it was a Hollywood set instead): the fairy-godfather backing the innately good-hearted Casanova, the villian of a man played by Jeremy Irons (who seems to be in alot of Venetian-type roles; think Merchant of Venice haha), the adorable Butler not typically named Percy but Lupo this time, and the lovers who eventually get together played by the stunning English rose Sienna Miller and the most charming late Heath Ledger.

Alot of loose knots in the plot tied up neatly and nicely in the end. 

Although so many of my lit texts abound with abstracts, I'm a princess at heart who loves a happy-ever-after. Prince Charming and all :) It's a luxury to indulge your girly side occasionally, taking a break from the fight for the equality of women, haha!

44 years young

"There's no place I'd rather be

You'll always be a part of me."

I guess Terence & I will be celebrating by singing along to National Day songs on youtube tonight. And unfortunately, I didn't bring along red and white clothes with me (shame!!!). 

But Singapore is in our hearts and on our minds always :)

Happy Birthday young lady! 

The future is full of PROMISE. 

Got the travel bug

I don't know how I was overcome with optimism a few days ago when I arrived in Sydney; everyday just seems to get colder and colder to me now! And strangely, may I add, in the day and not so at night (oh wait, that's when the heater comes on and we're safe in the room- safe from the sneaky breezes and sometimes outrightly blatent WIND). 

I see some girls baring legs though. I'm like, WOW. and while we're on that, their legs are tanned as well (looks like some people have been at the S-O-L-A-R-I-U-M, tut tut. or ok, maybe really perfected the art of using a self-tanner). Oh well. Nothing that a hot plate of fish & chips and some hot chocolate cannot solve. Not that I've been having these all the time. And even so, I might still not put on weight cos Terence and I pound the pavements like nobody's business every single day. HAHA. who am I kidding. The scales will tell when I return. 

And since now I consider myself a sort of authority on cold weather travel, let me recommend that you always buy anti-histamines before departing. When the dryness hits and you're sitting mournfully on the bed scratching your skin off (and urgh, rather morbidly hoping for pain to replace the itch), it'll be too late to hit the chemists at even 5.30pm cos that's when the sun sets here. YES. IMAGINE THAT. I WOULD NOT KNOW HOW TO LIVE IF TERENCE WEREN'T HERE WITH ME. ok, I jest. But really, I was already thinking that Singapore should enjoy European summer hours whereby sunset is at 9pm+, not 7pm+. This is alot worse. 

And I was so convinced earlier on just now that the Claratyne wouldn't work on me; that somehow I would be the only exception to the rule- YES, I was really breaking out in freakin crazy & itchy rashes all over. But within a minute, I was healed. HAHA! very very very pleased that I can at least focus all my energies on combating the cold now, without the distraction of nasty little bumps. Oh and slathering top-grade moisturizer all over won't work. I tried. 

On a positive note, my face does not shine by mid-day anymore. Haha... but in all seriousness, I am having quite a good time here despite shopping being not too great cos it's winter and: 1. I refuse to peel off my layers of clothing to try something on unless it's really to-die-for 2. The colours are really sombre (bought 6 articles of clothing so far; 5 are black, 1 is purple). But it's really a different experience from Singapore. I love just plopping myself down on the grass whenever I see a sizeable patch. Haha.. It's relaxing here. People don't look so tense, are not so self-conscious. 

Ok, till then. See you soon. Melissa, Carissa and Paulineissa (HAHAHA. Sorry, I just have been wanting to do that since forever), I miss you guys!

Postcard

Hello from Sunny Sydney! 

Well it's actually winter right now but when I landed today the weather was VERY promising. Very cool, comfortable and without the bite. 

At night it's different though; Terence and I are using a heater now. I'm wearing a hoodie over a ratty tee-shirt over a singlet, paired with pyjama pants and what I think are wool socks (well, a slight percentage anw) courtesy of SQ. My feet are tucked under a wool blanket also. VERY COLD! feels like I'm in Europe or something. 

We're staying at Bondi but have yet to explore the beach nor the shopping in-depth (read: just browsing today). 

Sydney, as far as the suburbs go, isn't much different from Melbourne, I find.. but everything here seems more expensive. Have not ventured out into the city area.

Our flight was quite turbulent and I was so scared, but had not the heart to grip Terence out of his blissful sleep. Speaking of which, I never fail to wonder at people who can sleep on planes. I was so fatigued but just could not get any shut-eye. But being drugged out on a sleeping pill doesn't seem like a plan either. So like today, I'm usually quite zombie-like when I first land at my destinations. 

Tmr my onslaught begins. 

And I still do think that Singapore Air is a great way to fly :)

The bottom 10

ok well, I know this is old news but I only just watched the Project Runway finale on 5 and was TOO PLEASED that Tim Gunn replaced J.Lo as guest judge. I have no idea why he wasn't originally appointed anyway (no seriously. He looks very fair and without bias. And erm. He actually understands fashion.) J.Lo, I believe, cannot dress without a stylist even if her millions depend on it. 

And so, since we're on the subject of celebrities, I shall unleash my inner bitch right now and present the list of celebs I detest.

1. Mariah Carey. She who probably believes that she is the hottest, most divine being in the world. I'm sorry. Destroying the world does not a superstar make. She tops the list of most un-green celebrities due to her diva ways and entourage. EWW. And she looks like an ape. Regression (not that I believe in evolution, of course)!!!!!!!

2. Katie Holmes. Such a sweet thing, but minus one million points for being Tom Cruise's slave and having no mind of her own.

3. Hayden I-can't-even-be-bothered-to-try-to-remember-her-surname-for-this-post-but-everyone-knows-her-as-the-Heroes-cheerleader-something. What's the hype?! Ok. But she campaigned to save the whales. So she can just fade into oblivion now and no one would notice. Next.

4. Justin Timberlake. I don't know where to start. The disgusting yellow curly hair? HIS conviction that HE brought sexy back (hell, NO!!!)? And the fact that no matter how disbelieving we are, we'll always have THAT song to remind us of his inflated ego? 

5. Katherine Hiegl. When I see her picture in mags the line in my head goes: u-g-l-y you ain't got no alibi you ugly, eh hey you ugly! Why is she playing leading lady in rom coms??? Darling, leave that to Kate Hudson and Jen Aniston and all other PYTs please. 

6. Heidi Klum. And no, for the hundredth time, it is NOT her annoying voice. I am not THAT superficial. She is pretty. Yes, she looks like sunshine. Yes, yummy mummy! Yes, giving Angelina and Madonna a run for their money for most-international-family-award. But a supermodel?? Along the likes of Schiffer, Crawford, Moss, Werbowy (omg. I adore her.) and Banks? Really?? Looking so commercial?? Like she could sell toothpaste while the aforementioned girls have the edge to sell unwearable clothes costing thousands? Really?? Ok. But assuming Tim Gunn is her friend I shall stop here. 

7. The Simpson sisters. One is addicted to plastic surgery, one is addicted to food. They won't say, but we can SEE the results. Wanna guess which sister is addicted to which??? No prizes!! :) SOOOOO talented, the two. 

8. Claire Danes. Just yucks. Can't say why, really. Maybe the nose. 

9. Rihanna. Nothing to do with the whole Chris Brown saga and why she let him off so easily nonsense. A good friend mentioned she looks like a very difficult person (yes, one look at that bulbous gargantuan forehead and she literally looks very HEADSTRONG). I agree with my friend. And plus I think she got famous too quickly and it got to her head. Hate that too-cool-for-school aloofness. oh PUH-LEASE. 

10. Beth Ditto. Too fat for comfort. She scares me. And the fact that she loves food too much to change anything is even scarier. Trust me, I LOVE MY FOOD. But if I looked like that, I would definitely undergo drastic life-risking measures to lose that weight. She looks like 3X of me put side by side. Look her up if you don't know who I'm referring to. Just please don't think it's Halloween come too soon. It's just obesity. Glorified. And I hate that most of all. 

Ok, shall think of my top 10 favourites soon. My engagement party's tomorrow. WOOHOO!