of fabulosity and chocolate facials

ever since i'm back, i have been feeding myself on a steady diet of Astro cable TV that is like chicken soup for the soul.
and i am in love with this reality TV show, Kimora: Life In The Fab Lane.

and oh my goodness, the things the rich and famous do.

she has this Blackberry blinged out with diamonds and pretty pink crystals.
she shops for an LA mansion using a helicopter.
she has this convertible custom made with her initials in gold.

everything has to be "Fabulosity" with that lady.

and the way she treats her two daughters who are just aged 4 and 6, it's oh my goodness again!

they get frequent chocolate facials and cupcake manicures and pedicures. (hello, why would a kid get facials? they don't even have pimples!)
instead of shopping at a good ole Toys R Us, they go straight to the source itself, Mattel factory to shop for never-before-seen, not-on-the-market toys.

and oh, did i mention that the kids have their own clothing label, in conjuction with their mum's label, Baby Phat??

so, when Christmas comes, i wonder what they ask Santa for? world peace?

of the white Christmas and undance-able beats

One thing that i have not had yet is a white white Christmas complete with a roaring fireplace and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and a dog curled up next to me.

even if i did stay back in Melbourne for the holidays, it would still not be a white Christmas. it would be super hot and full of flies. so much for the holiday spirit...

so we had our annual Christmas Eve dinner at the usual swanky place yesterday night, complete with bubbly.

and being the usual party-starved animal that i am, i made a deal that i had to just try the night life scene in JB.

so armed with BodyShop's silver glitter eyeliner and heels, i dragged my still underage brother and two way-overaged parents to the clubs.

so first stop was this club that had people talking about like it was the hottest spot in town.
but boy, was it an exaggeration.
the DJ was spinning out-of-beats house-like music. I like house music, no doubt. but that music was un-dance-able.
and dancing? oh man, there wasn't even a decent dancefloor.
the place was just full of small tables with people standing around it, sipping their beers.

excuse me, but where is the dancing swaying sweaty bodies full of pumped adrenaline and alcohol and the latest beats in the industry?

i am so heading back to Melbourne for my party fix.
maybe I'll even settle for Singapore.

so my date for that day must have read my blogpost.

he brought me to Coffee Club and asked what my order was.
and he called the waiter and gave him both our orders.

it's a small thing, I know.
but hey, i like it.
and he never did that before. *smiles*

of gingerpeople and the food processor

I'm currently trying to prove my worth at baking. And since it is nearing Christmas, decided that i just had to make some gingerbread men with cute little gumdrop buttons and chocolate chip eyes!! so ala Gingy the gingerbreadman from Shrek, don't you think?



"Do you know the muffinman??" -Gingy from Shrek 1

"Not the gumdrop button!!" - Gingy from Shrek 2



but so far, i have many batches of Gingy-lookalikes that are headless or limbless and sometimes even both.

the darn cookie dough just wouldn't stay glued to each other during the baking process!!
*&%$#@!


but I am going to make a perfect one with gumdrop buttons and choc chip eyes even if i have to finish all the flour in my house!!

it's just right on top of my list of things to do before you die.


and I promised to make a Chuck and a Chickles!!

those are the names of my yet-to-be-perfect gingerbreadman and gingerbreadwoman.


Day 1 of gingerbreadman-making is officially a failure. shall continue tomorrow.


but in the meantime, mum made this successful, perfect Apricot Crumble (and i helped made the heavenly apricot puree in the middle).

so she had the bragging rights at the dinner table today, what with my batches of gingerpeople being headless and limbless.


so she went, "In every woman's kitchen, you must have a food processor." this being said due to the fact that the apricot crumble was made using the food processor only and not even a cake mixer.


so after a while, my cheeky monkey of a brother went, "So what about a man's kitchen?" this being said due to the fact that my brother is a good cook.


and my dad went, "Well, in a man's kitchen, you need a woman AND a food processor!" with that smug look on his face.


this being said due to the fact that my dad says the darndest things and i still love him.

of chivalry and feminism

i am a self-confessed romantic
who is in love with chivalry and the perfect lazy Sunday afternoon and the perfect whirlwind Friday city night tour complete with dazzling haute cuisine.

and

i am a self-indulgent realist
who is intoxicated with the sense of independence and the picture of equality between the sexes, essentially, the portrait of feminism.


so begs the question:
when the dinner tab comes, do I go dutch at it or
do I let my date pick it up?

i do love a sense of being pampered and that I am worth the trouble and effort.
after all, it comes with the territory of female-ness.


but my sufffragette predecessors have not come all this way and marched for the voting rights of women for nothing. we work our arses off to be acknowledged by the world, and mainly our male counterparts. and i do hold on to that. i do want to be the epitome of female courage and wit and talent.

but sometimes, it's just good for the soul, nay, the female soul to let the male be the one in the driver's seat,
to swoon over flowers and gifts,
to let the male smile across the table and decide on your main meal,
to let him smile again at the end of the meal and say, 'Let me.',
to have him demand protectively that you let him escort you to the rock concert,
to open doors and pull out chairs for you,
to let him buy little trinkets for you occasionally,
to let him pamper you with surprises.


after all, we are worth the trouble, efforts, thoughts, moolah because we know it, we are equal counterparts.

of the pearl white-ness and material happiness

Mel is very happy now.

just a few months ago, i spilled green tea on my lappy and poof! it shortcircuited and died-ed on me. being clumsy me, it was hardly surprising.

so after 2 whole months of non-lappyness, i traded the old spoiled one in and got another brand new one instead!! yayness.

and yes, it's still a Toshiba lappy.
and yes, it's not in the "pearly white" that i expected (the brochure said PEARLY WHITE, but it looked hardly like the ethereal pearl-white I imagined)
and yes, it's not the pinko VAIO that i wanted for so so so long
and yes, on the outside, it looked like a toy keyboard with its OFF WHITE-ness.

but hey, it is STILL a lappy.
and a darn good one at that.

and hey, it has Windows Vista. and boy, are the graphics uber pretty!!

and i just installed my MSN which is awesome so i can talk to *you* whenever i want to.

i am contented now.

but if only, just only, it could turn into a pink VAIO, then i can die happy.

of Toys R Us and my shopping spree

instead of earning money, i have been doing quite the opposite.

my shopping spree yielded some fabulicious stuffs:
1. a Tamagotchi!! (it's ben sooo long but when i saw that pretty blue console in Toys R Us, i just had to have it. so with my brother, i bought one and it was so adorable. but the little voice in my head sings out that it is just going to be one of Mel's famous phases. but the child in me squashes the said voice with one of those colourful toy hammers that squeaks. so there, little voice!~!!)

2. a Deal or No Deal electronic game: now this was a bargain, again at Toys R Us!! it can play up to 4 players and it is utterly addictive with suspenseful music and lit-up scoreboards. how cool is that?! dad and mum are surprisingly hooked on it. and just last night, we had a few rounds, the four of us.

3. the Disney Pixar edition of Monopoly: when i saw the playing pieces (there were like Buzz, Lightning McQueen, Sulley and Boo and even Remy!!) and everything was Disney Pixar related. and i absolutely swoon at the baby JackJack Chance card!! there was no talking myself out of buying it. I HAD TO HAVE IT, being a self-respecting Disney AND Pixar fan.

Toys R Us made a huge load of money from suckers like me and my brother, i must say.

And i didn't even get clothes. i just got toys and toys.

it was uber fulfilling.

of stubborn ideals and my train of thought

"... I don't want to judge you but you brought it upon yourself,
I've said that it's fine with me,
but you know girls lie,
so we won't seem so vulnerable, Kitty,
we all want to be strong women that those suffragettes campaign for,
but yet, in time, it hurts, Kitty, it hurts,
and i just want it to stop..."

- The Suffragette's Daughter by Lincoln March -

thoughtful piece that transcends the ages and centuries.

until now, girls say something and mean something else all totally different, all for the sense of in control-ness that we want to feel, or perhaps fool ourselves into feeling. and also for the spirit of independence and self-reliance that the feminist movement has called for. after all, aren't we women the products of the 21st century where equality is present? but we still hang on steadfastly, stubbornly, foolishly, idiotically to the ideals of heroism and honesty.

you have to read what i just read and feel what i just feel to understand this train of thoughts that i have been fooling myself with.

of non-existent job offers and books

Jobs i have applied for: 3 (2 cinema jobs and 1 Watsons temp job)
Job offers till date: 0

Jobs my brother has applied for: 2
Job offers till date: 1
Job he is currently working: barista at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf

and my brother wasn't really even looking.
he just walked past CBTL and went, "what the heck... it looks cool alright" and he went in and came out with a freaking job.
just like that.

the unfairness of it all...
i am so destined to work, sleep and die at the hospital and nowhere else.
working at other places, however temporary, is inconceivable.

but the bright lining is that i get to catch up on my reading which is awesome, being the geek that i am. (am currently on A Spot Of Bother, having finished Infidel and The Kite Runner ~~ and on the hunt for the book version of Constantine)

and i cruised the malls of JB and have found nothing to my liking. i am in need of real retail therapy. anyone?


Aussie food that i miss: 2 (pasta and gelato- the hotness of Msian weather!)
& Polarchunk too...~~