Thursday, September 30, 2004
heineken green room 29 sep
thievery corporation
lovely pics compliments of dearie janice again. thievery corp rocked. too bad the pig soul in me invaded and conquered my love for booze and cigs. ended up feeling drained especially by the 1-inch heels which i've not worn for the past 3 months. thank God for birkenstocks.
bee wrote this at 10:38 PM
the bourgeois
rosa and randall
beach house. leisure class. ferragamos. the communist manifesto. money. exploitation. reading. haute couture. chihuahuas. artists. moet & chandon. ostrich leather. cheese and wine. conservative. mistresses. marmalade pantry. shandong silk. boarding school. shih tzus. fifi and romeo. patriarch. yvessaintlaurent. birkin. toru. botox. retreats. club membership. baby phat. vintage thrift. materialism. old money. self-interest. ivy league. consumerism. fear of the nouveau-riche.
bee wrote this at 10:27 PM
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
why?
yes.why do i even bother doing certain things which yields nought?
i whine.
i slave.
i bitch.
i slave.
i curse.
i slave.
i cry.
i rationalise.
i laugh.
now i need to get drunk.
someone get me my martini please.
and mittens for my hands.
bee wrote this at 8:52 AM
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
ambient liberation
triggered by some disturbing thoughts yesterday, i found myself running to my ambient music in an attempt at seeking solace past 2am. it's an old best of trance cd (probably a '98 version and found in most MOS annual collections). system f's out of the blue, dj jurgen, tall paul, fragma, binary finary and in particular, billie ray martin's honey. this is the cd that keeps me from falling apart on my damnest days. old names but remarkably good stuff for that dismal moment.perhaps i've been too involved to notice myopism slowly inching its way into my outlook on certain issues. or perhaps there are some people in this world who are simply created to be alone?
bee wrote this at 8:39 AM
Monday, September 27, 2004
old buds- part 3
buds
it's long due that i'm posting pics of my old buddies. introducing my "ta poh" drinking mates ivan and desmond. or hairy and des for short. [i swear ivan's gonna kill me for mentioning this but really, anyone who knows him will know bout the "hairy" story.]
it's weird how ivan and i've never noticed each other at murdoch though we run in the same circles. we both remembered the "racial" ruckus at triple crown over belinda and the american dude with the asian girl fetish and our famous tammy on the club platforms. oh well, strange twist of fate and we ended up as colleagues bout four years back at a local agency [and even stranger how things turned out through the years.]
i had my beer training from these two walking beer taps. erdinger, stella, heineken, tiger, whatever. and if its free flow, we're there mate. now how can i forget the pervyn MTV/ asia awards post parties? that was the first time i got real pissed since coming back to singapore. lemme see, it was at least 5 tequilas, 2 beers, some vodka lime and reds? was flat out on the sofa at HRC and i could still remember des telling ivan "hurry up, she's very heavy". hell. i was totally insulted even in my drunken stupor. and my girlish attempts at getting a pic with utt. hell. the things you do when you're drunk.
but that sure ain't beat ivan doing the ultimate silly by stuffing my 3-inch heels in my tote bag whilst i inched barefooted halfway into the lift at home.
"where're my shoes?"
"don't worry, i put them in your bag"
"WHATTTTTT? my shoes are dirty, how can you put them into my bag??? take them out take them out...ahyah...so dirty...*grumbles grumbles*"
"eh, she's not that drunk after all huh?" [ivan to des]
aww. but they're such sweeties. can you imagine sending a hysterical female dead weight home at 3am in the morning, notwithstanding fear from her dragon militant looking dad who might very well have skinned them alive for getting his only precious drunk and shoeless? my heroes!
here's a toast to my brave buddies!
btw, the B/W pic is busselton in winter. an illustration on the sheer magnificence of the bitter and lonely. how apt considering where we are now.
bee wrote this at 9:48 PM
WECF diagnosis
took a personality test recommended by fellow blogger john ng xander or alias adrock2xander (LOL : ).http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Personality&page=1
Wackiness: 62/100
Rationality: 46/100
Constructiveness: 68/100
Leadership: 38/100 (fuck....)
You are a WECF--Wacky Emotional Constructive Follower.
This makes you a Candle burning at both ends.You work until you drop, and you play until you can stand to work again. You have so much enthusiasm that you can find it hard to control on your own, and you appreciate the guidance that channels your energy and lets you be your best.In a relationship, you require lots of attention and support. You often over-contribute and end up feeling depleted and cheated. You may benefit from more time alone than you grant yourself.Your driving force is the emotional support of others--especially affection. You can run on empty for miles if you have positive energy behind you. Without it--as it occasionally must run dry--you are depressive, listless, and difficult to motivate.You need a lot of affection. Get it any way you can, but never at the cost of your self-respect or well-being.
Of the 31213 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 7.7 % are this type
am i then considered a unique human form?
bee wrote this at 9:22 AM
Sunday, September 26, 2004
material indulgence
fitting room 2
with the obscene amount of money spent on my hospital bills 2 weeks ago, i've decided to go cheap for my retail therapy today. putting paul and joe and RL aside, i went hunting at far east plaza and heeren annex. i've always liked far east cos of some brilliant new local designers. picked up a cargo denim skirt by anson @ candle, a camo mini and a retro tee. the most treasured find of the day was a vintage polyester dress at daytrippers heeren. daytripper's an absolute delight cos it's vintage finally made affordable unlike oppt shop, potion and eclectic attic. [cos if bills grew on trees, i would've bought the entire rack off at potion.]
oh. btw, i also bravely stepped foot into this fashion. who knows what good stuff they have right? brrrrrrrrr... the mandarin ballads and cheap techno music drove me out in 30seconds flat.
bee wrote this at 8:31 PM
Friday, September 24, 2004
car ride with pseudo master
apart from dabbling in fengshui, pseudo master melvin sim also has a strong interest (of late) as exasperating mr know-it-all.glenn ong was shooting arrows at this particular mediaworks artiste and mr feng shui is now mr tube guru. the entire car ride was one filled with his incessant rattling of frivolous speculations on who (mediacorp) will retain and who it'll fire. and that's coming from someone who hardly watches the telly cept for cable and news.
to prevent myself from flaring up (as usual), perhaps switching radio stations might stop the din? but noooooooo....he went on and on and on and on and on....someone please stop feeding him duracell...this is the time when i wished he was in a foul mood, then he'll be REALLY quiet. but of cos, that would also mean he'll start picking on me for the most absurd reasons.
*sniff* another lose-lose situation with the pseudo master.
bee wrote this at 8:52 AM
Thursday, September 23, 2004
the shang
the shang
had a meeting at shangri la rasa on singapore's "declared isle of fun" sentosa. ooh la la...strangely i've never appreciated sentosa much until yesterday. look at them...just look at them...
bee wrote this at 9:53 PM
the twelve fossils
12 fossils
are they not beautiful? these sculptured fossils ala candle holders come as individuals, couples or a set of twelve. found them while browsing with mom at one of the pushcarts at raffles city. imported from spain and comes at a steep price esp for the set of 12 men.
i've attached an old article titled "would you still be pious if hell is not an inferno" (from a church for progressive religons) cos i really dig that headline and the 12 fossils reminded me of angels in its morbid form.
bee wrote this at 9:38 PM
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
intoxication rocks
was filing my pics and decided to flash these jubilant smiles. from left, jules and joel @ my ex agency's xmas party, terrance and sonja @ alley bar for my beeday last year, me and dawn @ alley bar, dora and me @ bala. it's a GOOD thing centro closed or dora and i'll never make it thru our 50s at the rate a special someone was spoiling us. and yes, i've not touched a drop of the liver toxic substance for a month and am starting to pine for that little bit of naughtiness.
viva la moet and long live verve clicquot! *toast toast*
bee wrote this at 10:16 PM
the ambivalent mind
i've noticed an escalated usage of words simple and simplicity materializing in my blog of late. you know what they say when you yearn for the down-to-earth trouble free form of life? it means you should take a break, distangle yourself from the monotonous humdrum of everyday and partake in what you truly love.but aphorisms and wishes aside, does reality really allow me to do so? i know my buds did just that. quit their jobs, packed their bags, and took off to faraway lands in pursuit of finer and perhaps greater interests. i realised then that desires and wants can be satisfied but do i have what it takes? do i know what i want? do i know what's right for me? or perhaps my worries are too far fetched.
bee wrote this at 8:49 AM
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
my life story
instead of watching soppy reruns of titanic on channel 5, i've decided to do something more interesting. blog (in chronological order) the head turning moments of sim hsin yen:2 years old: down with high fever and was operated on immediately. can't remember a thing tho i have pics showing my shaved forehead.
6 years old: fell down the chair while imitating superman (everyone should take a course on Children and the Media) and now has a tiny scar below chin to prove my idiotic pseudo hero antics.
7 years old: had a kindergarten teacher called ms chong. kept calling her ms chalk for some retarded reason. an indian girl next to me had head lice. thank God they didn't hop over or i would've killed her with my chubby fingers.
12 years old: went for first school camp at this super ulu site and fell ill. i swear camping's not my thing. this my long time buds can testify.
14 years old: went on first double date and tripped over a step, fell onto all fours and was the laughingstock of my girlfrens for years (jiayi and celine).
14-15 years old: chronic tripping over drains during PE lessons. what the fuck was i doing?
18 years old: local school's so taxing i felt like quitting.
19 years old: changed my mind. uni ROCKS. or should i say murdoch rocks.
21 years old: owned my first car. she died on me in the wee hours of the morning on the way to the airport. left me with bittersweet memories of the puke stains by her left side from post triple crown party. i missed my wheelie baby and mourn whenever macy gray's i try comes on (they always played that song when i was behind her wheels).
24 years old: too much alcohol. too many cigarettes. not enough money. it's the early mid-life crisis brought upon by no one but myself.
25 years old going on 26 this nov:
admitted to hospital for what i assumed was a leg cramp went bad. overall diminishing consumption on alcohol and cigarettes. but still not enough money. reminds me of jack neo's "qian bu gou yong"/ money no enough theory. tried to work even harder to make up for the money but its been such a traumatic ride lately that i've completely regressed.
till then, i await my future with a befuddled jumble of knotty anticipation and warm welcomes.
bee wrote this at 10:41 PM
moments
sheer contentment during mon's impromptu stay- in dinner. from left, abi and her busy fingers, bryan in deep discussion, mak in bryan's helmet, abi, me annoying mak while he's trying to make us dessert.
bee wrote this at 10:12 PM
food for thought
ladies and gentlemen. may i introduce from left, the wondrous apple cinnamon with vanilla icecream (k maybe my photoskills weren't that great), crumbly chocolate chip cookies, foaming ODed apples in the oven, and lastly, the bolognaise and gd ole spaghetti. enjoy!
bee wrote this at 9:59 PM
give me the simple life
mak decided on a brillant idea to stay in and make us dinner. through a strange twist, bryan ended up making us spaghetti bolognaise and mak apple cinnamon. yes, the men were lord of the kitchens last nite. abi and i tried our best to volunteer our hands. she ended up stirring and i the onion dicer. oh and the dishes. now that's something i've always been relegated to cos i ain't no great cook.sure i can piece a meal together but be prepared for the simplicity. grilled, steamed or boiled. it's healthy and most importantly, easy to clean up. what's the fuss since its all gonna be digested and passed out right? oh well. i eat to live. not live to eat (k. exception for cheesecakes).
but wait. that's not what this blog's bout. dinner may have been simple, but it was lovely. in fact, it's something i've appreciated lots more than other occasions. the bossa jazz, the passionate dinner conversation on art and photography between bryan and mak. the lazy moments on the couch relishing mak's first (but fantastic) attempt at apple cinnamon. the moment of truth when mary louise parker came on screen with her drop dead gorgeous dress.
simple evening. yet so sweet it left me smiling in my sleep last night.
i miss my sweetie.
note: this blog was supposed to be complemented by some scrumptious looking pasta, cookie and apple cinnamon vanilla pics. being the techie idiot, i'm still trying to figure how to post multiple pics into one frame here. so i'll let u guys peek at the foodies on the next blog when i get home tonite.
bee wrote this at 1:25 PM
Monday, September 20, 2004
revenge of the black brollie
vengeance is sweet. remember pseudo feng shui master melvin sim? i revealed his theory of the black umbrella to my grandma and uncles. and boy did they dismiss his old school superstitions. reckoned it wasn't very nice of me to mock dad but heck. it's nice hearing my 60 plus year old grandma tell my dad it's ok to carry black brollies and it ain't no bad luck.hell hath no fury like a woman having her tail trampled on. sweet. real sweet.
bee wrote this at 9:17 AM
Sunday, September 19, 2004
my saturday night
mak...
experiencing a moment of madness for my itchy cammy fingers.
one of our lazy chill outs where we ended up as coach potatoes and snapping silly pics in between commercial breaks. i made him promise to bring me suburban strolling one of these weekends. missed the loudspeaker bengs blasting their latest promotions/ gadgets, the myraid of mini food stalls selling wah ku kuehs, tutus, sweet corn, dragon candy and bengawan solos.
missed the simplicity of neighbourhood funfairs where you play "shoot-the-target" games, win dreadful looking stuff toys and have your ears drummed with awful VMP techno music *think sha la la la la sha la la in the morning*. sweetie, as unattractive as the stuff toy can be i want it anyway *haha*.
aah..why does the world seem happier and more carefree when we have less money and didn't know any better?
bee wrote this at 10:03 PM
starbucks adventure
the bag story
i'm usually spotted at my fav coffee joint every saturday morning catching up on my readings and writings. but have not been doing so lately due to the maddening work, calve leg hassles and my aunt's passing. so u can imagine my excitement (reminisient of a little girl looking forward to her favourite outing) when i finally had the time for coffee reading today. unfortunately the tea time crowd is a different story from the typical quiet morning paper reading expats. so hereforth is my starbucks adventure.
part 1: excuse me but my bag needs to sit too.
why oh why do idiots place their bags on chairs in crowded cafes? that always rile me up. where is the logic of placing an object on another object? don't you think someone else's butt deserves the chair more? after all, i'm sure your bag would forgive you for not letting it rest?!? place the damn louis vuitton on your lap for XXX's sake. the family across my table are classic morons. they made their daughter walk round the entire cafe and lug an extra chair for the pristine white bag as spied from my baby dimage. and the bag didn't even look like it was worth more than a hundred bucks. the nerve of these people.
part 2: father and son
if there's anything that can put a smile on my face after the bag family, it's definitely a sweet father and son moment. it's a rare occasion seeing a japanese father and son alone (without the mom). the boy was still half asleep as he licked the whipped cream off his frappucino. that's just so cute. too bad i had to stop looking cos his dad discovered me watching his boy and was watching me watch his son. it got real weird.
part 3: peeping toms
me and dad got distracted amidst a conversation on property when this middle aged well endowed ah lian stepped onto the escalator in the shortest pink lycra skirt possible. we couldn't help ourselves. we both took a peek as the escalator traveled upwards. alas. we weren't sitting next the rail and missed the opportunity of an excellent view of a certain ah lian's perky butt.
bee wrote this at 9:16 PM
Friday, September 17, 2004
musings of the day
when i do pass on someday, i hopei've learnt how to change flat tyres on my own
i've fallen in love before
i've made a last trip to perth freo
i've found renewed faith in myself and that i will succeed if i try hard enough
i've said thanks and goodbyes to a few good ole friends
i own something called home
to have a live orchestra playing pachebel's canon in d major
i've done my dad proud through the years
i can cook a meal from scratch
i've been happy doing what i've done for the past 10 years
i'll be fondly remembered as someone who brightened up my loved one's days
i've not regretted not doing anything i wished i've done
i've told my mom how much i loved her and how bad i felt for making her cry sometimes
i've finally adopted a child and given her as much love as i could
i've a greyhound for fond memories
and pls don't let me hate myself for who i've become.
bee wrote this at 9:05 AM
Thursday, September 16, 2004
killthedamnmozzies
my one day absence must've been greatly missed by the mozzies in the office. i've had four bites since stepping foot and settling at my desk. each time i take a break and step back in, it's fresh buffet to the mindless parasites who simply can't be exterminated. for those not familiar with me, i develop allergic reactions to mozzie bites. they not only turn red and itch like hell but it swells to the size of a twenty cent coin making me look like i've caught some unidentifiable skin disease for the rest of the day. and the dreadful scars on my right calve? yes, result of my undisciplined damned fingers and the occasional ciggie butt solution.bee wrote this at 8:54 AM
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
memoirs of my ah yee
i discovered a birthday card signed by ah yee (my aunt serene who was cremated today) on her dresser."hsinyen
Today and in the year ahead, may you come to know in an even richer and deeper way how much you are truly loved. happy birthday.
aunt serene"
it's despairing when you find out someone had you in mind (my bday's not till nov) and all you did was...nothing. i felt useless as her only niece for not visiting her enough when she was doing better. i hated myself for my selfishness when all she had was generousity.
she watched me grow up. plastered my 8 pound baby pics in her office cubicle. plied me with smurf figurines and strawberry shortcake dolls. shared my frenzy for shoe and bag shopping wherever we travelled. tokyo, san francisco, vancouver, auckland, beijing, paris, perth and our annual hong kong sprees. how we devoured italian food and cheese. how we missed paris and their fresh bakes. doing our xmas gift exchanges. how we loved osaka's ika dish. how we always ate duck's tongue whenever we're in hong kong. how i missed her laughter. her fearless gung ho personality (she mocks superstitions and detests gossips). and how i'll miss seeing her at gramp's place every sunday drinking from her can of coke and nibbling on sng boeys in front of the latest cantonese serials.
we can't turn back time. but you'll be greatly remembered and cherished. may your sweet smile dawn on us always.
bee wrote this at 4:34 PM
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
internet rocks
twist of fate. discovered this precious channel. and best of all, its free play.http://www.accuradio.com
sway on my dears...
bee wrote this at 2:27 PM
black sunday
those close to me would know why it's been a black sunday for me over the weekend. my only aunt serene passed away on sunday afternoon. it was heartbreaking watching her lose this fight and i can only pray that she's happy wherever she is now. i remembered her painful and hard struggle that morning. her pleas to God for help. her confusion. her fear.i was angry at many things that day. the nurses. the doctor in charge (which by the way did not even turn up, a houseman was covering her duty). the vending machine (only hot water came out, not milo). during a period of time, even God.
is taking her away to be with you the best solution? i had a naive and wishful dream akin that of an innocent five year old where God would do his magic and heal my aunt with a miraculous touch.
of cos i came to realise it was only a dream and aunt is probably in a happier place where she's free of medications, pain and sufferings. she's always been an intelligent strong woman. one who detests long winded lectures, indecisiveness, ignorance. i grew up watching her and so did she. now that i'm all grown up and i watch her leave us.
i've been a free thinker. an agnostic. but for my aunt, i would like to believe she's in the good hands of God and is happy.
And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him. (James 5:15 KJV)
bee wrote this at 8:35 AM
Thursday, September 09, 2004
sng boeys- food fascination part 1
i've loved the salt laden prunes ever since i was six. that's something i took after my aunt. we use to stock bags and bags of different flavours (sweet, sour, salty) at my gramps place so that we can suck and pick on salt every sunday. needless to say, its not a fav amongst many who wonder why in XXX's name would we gnaw on potential kidney hazard foodies. my uncle had been trying to convince me that sng boeys are "dirty" cos they're left on the floor to sun dry in the open. i've disputed that theory when i was ten and am nibbling on them as of now(moderately these days of cos).bee wrote this at 1:48 PM
achilles' heel
you know what the Grand master always tell his disciples in any gong fu film?"One must always find your enemy's weakness (no matter how small) and use it to your advantage."
we are after all only human. and each individual has his/her own vulnerable spot. Some are neurotics, some are psychos, some are boring and to some extent some are almost perfect.
as for me, i'm like a daria. i've always viewed myself as an aloof character, at times lacking the cheery moral fiber of every young adult. this pessimism has made me an unapproachable naysayer in the eyes of many who don't know me well. i can smile and laugh 24/7 at work but if you knew me well enough, the laugh may be faked and the smile hooded. i try my best to be friendly and positive but at times the day's just so bad i could very well kick myself and burst into tears in bed.
it feels good to cry. that's something i realised only recently. all the pent up frustrations just seem to lessened its load the morning after. it's disheartening to see myself no longer as the woman with great spirits. or perhaps i've simply grown up and out of my little shell.
mayhaps a recharge in perth would be good. cottlesloe has a way of making me smile despite the heat in summer. till then, march on bee...march on
bee wrote this at 8:55 AM
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
fish soup
an atypical cab ride that would've been mundane if not for the fascinating lesson on detecting poisonous fish."you work at amoy street?" cabbie
"yes"
"ahh, is "kar soh" fish head still there?" cabbie
"oh yes, crowded too"
"really ah? actually, they are not that fantastic, i can cook better fish head soup" cabbie
"wow really? that's nice..."
"do u cook? u don't right? u don't look like the type who cooks.." cabbie
"how do u know?"
"ahyah, i know one...u westernised ang mor ones always eat out right?" cabbie
"haha"
"but nevermind girl, i teach you a tip. how to tell if a fish is poisonous." cabbie
"oh? ..."
"when you boil a poisonous fish, the 4 legs will end up sticking out!" cabbie
"WHAT?"
"really...and after boiling, if the fish meat disappears, confirm poisonous!" cabbie
"........wah...."
it may have been only 10 min but i found today's cab ride rather enlightening. the little wonders of singa land. (this story's verified with some friends who do cook and the fish's identified as the snakehead).
bee wrote this at 1:45 PM
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
definitions
a friend of mine posed this question to me 3 weeks ago amidst our 8 min discussion on relationships: "what exactly is an open relationship?"does it mean you can still see other people?
does it simply mean a monogamous relationship but without promises of the future?
does it simply mean nothing at all?
i couldn't find an answer to his question cos we all have different definitions. the irony of it all. what if it started as "open" and midway it seemed to mean more than "open"? what are we to do then? are we to ignore and pretend nothing's changed? or do we speak up and do something bout it? (i'm prone to keeping thoughts to myself actually) but would doin something put an end to whatever happy days we have? why do we always find ourselves in grey situations where we're left feeling confused, sad and a tad broken?
bee wrote this at 2:59 PM
Monday, September 06, 2004
my wasted weekend
for fast acting relief, you must slow down.how apt. in case you're wondering why i'm blogging this early on a monday evening? i'm on a four day mc till friday. i was hospitalised on fri noon and was stuck in a 4 bedder for the entire weekend. yes, the prodigal swollen calve had finally made its mark when the doc declared it an emergency and warded me on the spot. was stuffed with liquid antibiotics (both IV and IM) and VOILA! the swelling went down and is now on its way to a vanishing act. lesson learnt? NEVER DISREGARD any small symptom.
bee wrote this at 7:50 PM
effeminacy
effeminate (adj) (of a man) displaying characteristics thought to be typical of a woman.think jarvis cocker. john malkovich. johnny depp. adrian pang. michael and russell wong.
yeah, they're not typically "girly" but i like to relate effiminacy as a form of new feminine masculinity. soft spoken and calm yet oozing manly protectiveness. isn't it amazing how personality wins over physical appeal? (i'm sorry i hate chunky bods they freak me out). i've always been very attracted to effeminate intelligent homosapiens (i love my women too). the gentle resolve and determination, controlled yet manipulative if need be. aahh...that's the ultimate gentleman ain't he? after all, the term "gentle man" had to originate from somewhere right?
the evolution of the new singaporean man. i see more of them learning to love and respect their women. and best of all, they believe in doing their part in making a relationship/ marriage work. i've seen some husband friends who help out with the laundry and burping their little bundle of joy. it puts a smile on my face knowing the new generation of men see relationship building as a two-prong approach instead of the traditional man (read: no washing of women's underwear cos it's bad luck. no doing of housework cos its not a man's job yadda yadda).
growing up under a strict household made me more determined to break free. imagine having a 7pm curfew when you were 18. no dating till mid 20s (cos boys are horrid distractions and a modern woman's priority should be getting the frigging degree and not the man). and no dating shoddy men who aint got the personality to manage or look after you (no contest against that one).
this made me believe in bringing up a child differently should i have my own. strict is good. i always admired discipline in anyone. but i would love to see my child growing up in an open and comfortable environment where i'll be seen as his/her friend rather than a governing parent. after all, shouldn't parenting be bout growing up together?
i've asked some of my friends on their reactions should their kid turn gay. what would you do if your 4 year old son asked for a barbie for xmas? would you buy him that cos you believe your son deserves what he likes? or would you do the despicable by buying him a he-man "macho macho like" figurine hoping to dispel any early signs of effeminacy? most answered the latter. i think i'll buy my son a barbie should he ask for one. why not? gay or not is not my main concern. health and wealth is. what feeds power drives priorities. sides, the thought of being mommy to the next jimmy choo sounds mighty thrilling.
bee wrote this at 7:08 PM
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
to die for
bravissimo
now this is something i'll gladly skip dinner for. YUMMY.
bee wrote this at 11:38 PM
the personal is political
the phase was coined during the feminist movement in the 60s. our personal lives are not just a matter of personal preferences and choices but are moulded and defined by a broader political and social setting. my context of the phase will stray from the original intention above. instead, it teeters around the idea of how personal experiences and feelings can change my views of a certain object/ entity. how i detest anything in its semblance (the bloody logo, the uniform, the ads, the zip code area). i've also found myself adding as part of my itinerary this weekend to cancel my current service with this ISP provider and switch to another. it's personal. but yet its political in its own way. the horrifying experience of servicing this client has changed my impression of the brand entirely. each time someone mentions the brand, i will find myself involuntarily cringing in pain. and i find it hard loggin on to this network each time i'm home. the bitter sweet reminder of a sour relationship. yes. i'm a woman and THE PERSONAL matters.bee wrote this at 9:16 AM
