Girly time at Bangkok Jam!

It's been ages since I last caught up with my dear friend, Sharon, and Mavis.  It's been really busy, so seeing them when our schedules finally allow it was an absolute delight! :D  And... over some yummeh Thai munchies too! :D

3 of us caught up for a natter at Bangkok Jam at Bugis Junction.  The ladies lemme do the ordering since I've eaten here before.  Although they aren't camwhores, they were still nice enough to do the mandatory with moi :P

Prawn and pomelo salad

Fish paste chicken wings

Seafood tom yum soup

The fish paste chicken wings are as good as ever!  Although the gals found the wings small, they nonetheless agreed that they were marinated very well and were delicious!  As we ate, we chatted nineteen to the dozen!

I adore being with the gals : )  It's great being able to chat about our lives since we don't get to see each other all the time.  Relaxing is a luxury that we can all do more of.  Hopefully, as we enter Phase 2 of the restructuring, things will slowly settle down.

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Cute lil' cakie and marriages

The Boy surprised me with this adorable mini New York cheesecake on the night of my birthday : )

Birthdays have kinda lost significance for me somehow.  I used to make a huge deal outta it and wanted to celebrate each year with weeks of celebrations with friends.  Now?  I've streamlined my life a lot.  But am still enjoying life as is : )

**********

Reading about fat acceptance led to some write-ups about men who're no longer sexually attracted to their fat wives.  This doesn't mean they don't love their wives; they're just not willing to be physically intimate any more.  There has been furious debate over this.

Men complain that when they married their wives, the women were slim and attractive.  They didn't expect that, once these women settled down into married life, they would balloon and turn obese.  They no longer dress up; they're sloppy with appearance.  Although they very much wish they could still be turned on by their spouses, they simply cannot.

The women think that these men are ungrateful.  They bore the children, have to cook and clean and work.  How are they able to find time to do something to lose the weight?  There isn't time to dress and doll up when they're so busy with the kids.  Also, didn't the men vow to love them for better or for worse?

This led to women calling the husbands ungrateful, selfish and shallow.  Whilst I can see both sides of the coin, it's really sad that marriages turn out like this.  Although the reasons the women give are fully legitimate, there's no excuse for being sloppy and not dressing up.

We all need to at least present ourselves in the most favourable light and make the most of our best features.  Let's face it; not all of us are blessed to be supermodels.  I'm not and that's ok.  But it doesn't mean I need to give up, not style my hair and not bothering with my clothes and accessories, right?

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Slut walks and the death of class

Slut walks are now prevalent amongst Western societies.  In Asia, thank goodness, we still haven't seen the likes of it.  Women stomp the streets wearing next to nothing - sometimes even topless - holding placards protesting against rape.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Let's see now.  If we openly flaunt our wealth in a poverty-stricken district, are we putting ourselves at risk of robbery?  Common sense, isn't it, of course we are!  We're triggering people's survival instinct.  They need to eat.  They're starving.  And they'll do almost anything to continue their existence or face death.

Similarly, if we parade around in the skimpiest of clothes, are we putting ourselves at risk of molest and rape?  Of course we are!  So now you know where I'm coming from, don't you?  Sure, robbery and rape are crimes and should be condemned, their perpetrators punished.  But it doesn't absolve the victims if they knowingly tempt fate in the first place.

There's a huge difference between being sexy and being slutty.  And it all has to do with class.  Sexy is accentuating and highlighting our assets in a tasteful manner.  If we have nice legs, by all means wear a mini.  But keep the rest of our body covered.  We can reveal some shoulders or arms, but that's it.

However, some tarts think that, by letting it all hang out, it increases their sex appeal.  Sorry sweethearts, it doesn't.  It only increases slut appeal.  And men, being men, see that you're disrespecting your bodies and respond accordingly.  They're wrong to rape; I'm not denying that.  But you're not exonerated from blame either.

If you haven't heard of slut walks, it isn't surprising.  In Asia, women still retain virtues such as modesty.  If you're interested to find out more about it, just Google slut walk.  You'll be just as horrified as I am at what you'll see and read.  Oddly, the most yucky people are fans of these grotesque events.

Oddballs we in Asia would rather avoid in person flock to these walks and proudly let it all hang out.  The attention-seeking is pathetic and vomit-inducing.  There's no sense blaming sane people from shunning them.  After all, if they have no shame and such blatant disrespect for themselves, they have no right to demand any special treatment.

No wonder Americans and other caucasians are angry.  There is no more class left in their societies.  It's such a shame.

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Potato's Partay!

I love, love, LOVE parties!  So when Mr and Mrs Potato invited me to their second daughter's 1-month (or full moon) party, there was no staying away.  I cabbed down to Qian Xi Restaurant at the Civil Service Club along dunno-how-to-spell-the-name road on a hot-as-hell Saturday!

Truth be told, I wasn't interested in the food.  What I really was interested in was the company and who I would bump into.  No disappointments there!  Not only did I get to see the adorable lil' bub, I also met Hsin Hui and her brood, loving couple Sock Khia and Norvin AND AND AND, Christopher, Victor, Rico and Stephen!

Who's a proud daddeh???!!!

Didn't manage to camwhore with all of them, alas.  But because it's been so long since we all got together, catching up on one another's news was a priority.  We had so much fun chatting and laughing about various aspects of our lives!

At this juncture, it's to hell with pushing oneself too hard.  I used to work unreal number of hours.  Right now I have better work-life balance and am happier as a result.  We all meet terrible people, but that's to be expected in every organisation.  What is important is, I have a lot more fun now, both in the office and outta it.  This is what life should be.

After all, I'm still a woman.

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Goodbye Mr Lee

2 days ago, Singapore lost a great leader; perhaps the greatest we've ever had.  None of our current crop of politicians in his founding party comes close to his calibre.  He set the bar so high.

Mr Lee Kuan Yew died on Monday morning and the nation fell into mourning.  Many quite rightly say and believe that Mr Lee was Singapore and vice versa.  Indeed, his entire career was about building up our country.

We owe Mr Lee many things; even the land on which we were born.  During his reign, we didn't need to cater to the whims of low class PRC foreign workers.  Our standards of life weren't compromised.

We will miss you, Mr Lee.  We most definitely will.

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Stop the slim-hate!

This will be a long entry but I need to address what I've read the last coupla weeks.  It happened in Australia, it happened in the UK, it happened in Portland and, guess what?  It has now reached the US.  It's called slim-hate.

Slim-hate or slim-bashing is the reverse of fat-hate or fat-bashing and it is perpetuated by obese women masquerading as feminists who're tryna market obesity as 'healthy', 'normal', 'real' or 'curvy' and labelling slim or women of actual healthy weight as 'toothpick', 'bag of bones', 'no curves', 'anorexic', 'bulimic' and other rubbishy crap.

Their agenda is simple: to turn men's attention off slim or healthy weight women and onto themselves.  During my uni days, I got bashed as hell for daring to call Lucy Lawless, aka Xena, the Warrior Princess, fat.  Look, she is what she is.  Fat.

Who isn't fat?  My friend, Ms Ah.  My friend, Ling.  They're both women in their 30s at a good weight for their frames.  I have very small bones.  I will never be voluptuous like Jessica Simpson during her heyday and that's ok.  I have small boobs.  That's ok too.  Most importantly, I'm proportionate for my frame, so, aesthetically speaking, Ms Ah, Ling and I are ok.

We are not ugly.  We are not toothpicks.  We are not bags of bones.  We are perfectly fine weight for our respective frames.  And guess what?  We are happily attached and our men treat us just fine, thank you.  We don't need to degrade ourselves with men only when they're dead drunk, then witness their horror when they wake up in the morning next to a beached whale.

We do not tell you to go on diets.

So please stop forcing us to have meat on our bones.

If you wanna be obese, that's YOUR problem.  Don't make your problem our problem.

And for the record, men are not shallow.  We are not shallow.  We do not lack confidence.  We are not uncomfortable with what we are nor our bodies.  We just wanna look good because it makes us feel good.

I'm 38 years old and am a size 2 to a size 4.  I cannot go upwards without looking hideous because the weight just doesn't go with my frame.  And you know what?  I'm every bit the real woman that you THINK you are.

So you can stop with the slim-hate.  Perhaps then, people will actually stop with the fat-hate.  Stop giving us attitude.  Nobody owes you a living.  Nobody owes you any sympathy.  In fact, nobody owes you anything, you sick cows!

So there!

A size 2 to 4 and proud of it.

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle

Birthday Gals!

Officially, I'm 38.  Like all bridal shops will tell you, it only happens once in a lifetime.  So for the next 12 months, I'm to be forgiven for being extremely sampat. If you do not, then may you be never forgiven for anything for the rest of your life, so there :P

Enough of the crap.  Let's get down to the fun.  Edwina's birthday is just a day after mine, so we gals got together with Waltan for a good dinner.  So good that I forgot to photograph my main course, bummer : /  Well, you'll just hafta make do with what I have.  Poor you, boohoo :P

That's us birthday gals at Au Petit Salut, tucked away cosily at I-forgot-the-exact-address-so-please-Google-it :P  Where was Waltan?  Behind the camera lorr!  But fret not, our sweetie pie would also camwhore with us in the restaurant!

Neh! :D

As the restaurant name suggests, it serves Fwench cuisine.  The deliberate misspelling is to reflect how English should be - spell words exactly how they SHOULD be enunciated :P  Ok never mind, I'm fulla crap today :P

How was the food?  SCRUMPTIOUS!  So scrumptious, in fact, that I only took 1 photo because, for the rest, I just tucked in :P  So there isn't any pic of the foie gras, the pear tartin with vanilla ice cream nor the wines.

Just the divine lobster bisque with lobster ravioli.  Erm, at least we enjoyed ourselves chatting about various things, right?  And with wine!!! :P

Signing Off,

Missy Adorabelle