Of Cabbages and Kings

*Girly ranty post. Reader discretion advised*

I'm pretty sure everyone knows about Andrea Fonseka, the chubby beauty queen turned deal or no deal clone turned lame talent show host turned hopeless channel 5 drama actress.


I got it from my mama! Oh, wait no... I didn't! Psyche!

I don't doubt she's a talented person; plenty of charisma, possible IQ of 160 and enough charm to forge a truckload of amulets.

But there was something she said that really made me scratch my head in confusion:
What matters most to me now is that I've done it the right way - through hard work and perseverance.
-Andrea Fonseka, 2007 (andreafonseka.blogspot.com)

Uh... hard work and perseverance?

First of all, let's turn our attention to another fatty turned top model: Yoanna House.

Miss House was the winner of America's Next Top Model Cycle 2. She was immensely overweight in her teen years and continued to struggle with her size throughout the series. Another contestent on the show, Camille, even accused her of being bullimic.

Despite the odds against her, she slimmed down to a comfortable 60kg (before you do a double take, she's 180 cm tall) by dieting, yoga and pilates. She was an inspiration to me in sec 3 when I watched it and she still is.



Have you ever seen such a strong versatile face in your life? I doubt it.

Coming back to Fonseka. How did she lose weight? Well, after the racuous uproar caused by the Malaysian press about them crowning her Miss Malaysia Universe 2004, Marie France Bodyline gave her a break and signed her up for some consultations. Funny how these programmes never work for everyday girls on the street; all of a sudden its the most effective thing since the wheel for a high profile beauty pageant winner.

Hard work? Excuse me. Hard work is slogging it out 4 hours a day at the gym. Hard work is watching what you eat when you eat. Hard work is dealing with muscle cramps, injuries and pushing your physical limits.

I don't think anyone's definition of "hard work" is getting free lipo from a slimming centre.

Having said that, kudos to the WWE Divas. I think all of them (with the exception of Chyna who retired eons ago) are absolutely gorgeous. Sure some of them have fake boobs, but they have abs that put men to shame.

What I'm trying to say is, if you're gonna sell out, at least have the nerve to be open about it. Don't sugar coat it with cliches about how hard work pays off and all that. We've heard it all before.

On a side note, it's also somewhat irresponsible to tell people that losing weight is possible, yadda yadda. While I think everyone ought to be fit and healthy, I don't think everyone should be skinny. Of course thinness is aesthetically pleasing to most people (including myself), but it's just plain gnarly to keep telling yourself that if you tried really, really hard, you could be the next Kate Moss or Giselle or whatever. It's like a Proton desperately wishing to be a Porshe -- no matter how hard it tries, it will always be a Proton. Models and generally people on screen are blessed with the genetic jackpot. They have high cheekbones, symmetrical faces, and that includes being shapely in all the right places. In this sense, the media does portray a reality different from the one we're living in.

So yes: love yourself, because no one else will do it for you.

You're so cute when you're slurring your speech, but they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.

Last night I went to timbre and crazy with the usual bunch. Yummy yummy thin crust pizza! I must find the recipe and never have to order it again (kinda how i never have to buy cookies in my life ever).

Anyway the stupid band was such an audience whore. "And here is our next song - a song that's played a dozen times a day over the radio and now you have to listen to our crappy rendition!" Seriously. And ditch the stupid DJ talk. It makes you look and sound like a damn pussy. Who knows; maybe if we stuck around they might have started playing the Reason by Hoobastank or some other totally overrated and overplayed song, just like the last 5 we heard before we left.

After that the drunkards went to boat quay and terrorised a few innocent NUS students (including me). Come on, they should know the dangers of venturing out so late at night. Thanks to Schenelle, we walked from there to the Esplanade because we were under the impression that it was actually possible to get cabs from the Padang.

Fun, fun way to spend time after idiotic mocks.

Weirdness

I'm starting to dream about Ellen Page. I love her as Juno McGuff and Shadowcat, but please stay the hell out of my head during down time.

Photoshop: DCFC inspired.

First of many.

A Song for a Late Night Thought

Lately, I've been very worried that the curse of being Chinese (or rather, Singaporean), which is being mondo money minded will creep up on me when I get older. So this song is about people promising wealth and success but not talking about possible tradeoffs. Bloody meaningful for anyone who'd struggle with selling out.


Elliott Smith - Angeles
Someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill
Says, "I seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill"
And what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill
So glad to meet you
Angeles
Picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made
Go on and lose the gamble, that's the history of the trade
You add up all the cards left to play to zero
And sign up with evil
Angeles
Don't start me trying now
Because I'm all over it
Angeles
I could make you satisfied in everything you do
All your "secret wishes" could right now be coming true
And be forever with my poison arms around you
No one's going to fool around with us
No one's going to fool around with us
So glad to meet you
Angeles

Title and Registration

o yay! It's over! Time to be hooked on Rune Factory again. The mocks was the only time i actually managed to talk to Vish and Mumtaj and I realise how much I miss them. It just makes me feel like I'm in an incubative cocoon waiting for June when I sprout as a moth and scream as the flames of worldly pressures engulf my speckled wings.

In the meantime, I'll study exclusion clauses.

O Brave New World that has such people in it!

YAYY. CONTRACT LAW TOMORROW. BESSIE YOU'RE A LOVELY COW BUT PLEASE DON'T MAKE A 3RD APPEARANCE. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO ARGUE THAT SILENCE CAN NEVER AMOUNT TO ACCEPTANCE AND OFFERS END WHEN A COUNTER OFFER BEGINS.