And that magical Feeling is gone

After a long hiatus off the clubbing scene, the princess returns with much anticipation last weekend. The moment she steps into that same old place, she sensed a feeling of excitement all over again.

But as soon as the princess turns her head around the dance floor, it suddenly becomes almost too familiar. The same old crowd in and out, dancing to the music that now cannot be distinguished one from another.

Same smile, same expression, same decor, same one-of-a-kind men.

In that one instance, all the magical feeling that you have about a place, a notion, a person disappears into thin air. And awkwardly, in the middle of the club, the princess was left stranded, void of emotions, wandering where they have all gone to.

Yet, strangely, there was a certain sense of relief.

As if my eyes were cursed by a non-clubber's spell, the princess could not see either the beauty or the charm of the night-life for the rest of the night.

This time, she was an outsider in a place she calls home.

And as my cab drove further away from the club that night on my way home, the princess wonders: "Can one really lose that magic moment overnight?"

Perhaps in a world, sadly, built on hype & freshness, familarity can sometimes truly breeds contempt.

The Single Gal

The princess often lament at her forever single status. She looks at happily attached couples and wonders if she too could be like them.

But then of course, the sharp-eyed princess realises that most seemingly happily attached couples are often in some sham relationship, under the pretence of joy that should come in a relationship.

And the princess wonders why one has to turn a blind eye to the obvious cheatings that must have taken place a million times. Or the right-in-your-face incompatibility a couple is in, trying to pretend everything is fine and well in the name of love.

Is it blind faith, simple ignorance or the fact that any bird in the hand is worth two in the bushes?

As we progressed well into the new millennium, how much of our irrational fears still clings with us? Why should ladies questioned themselves on their abilities to find a better man unless they do not even think highly of their own self-worth?

Why a lady of today would think a man would make her life much better than before and not the other way round?

Sometimes the princess wonders is it more pathetic to be a singleton in today's world and a today's attached woman trapped in yesterday's mentality.

The Eyes Are Alive!!

Ms Tyra Banks was furiously scolding the models, once again, in the America Next Top Model, for not having expressive eyes. She then went on to demonstrate her perfect “eyes-that-smile” look without moving the mouth.

Immediately, the princess got hold of a mirror and start looking at her soulless eyes that had been drained of all its enthusiasm and smiles. The princess’s eyes were a sad reflection of their past glories.

In her heyday, the princess also had her signature eye. I call them the “Bambi Doe-Eye”.

This is a very very difficult expression to master. Inherently, you need a pair of pearly round eyes. If not, you are out!!

And it cannot be 2- dimensional, it has to be textured, something mysterious in the form of innocent eyes.

Over the years, the princess perfected the art of seduction through her innocence doe-eyes, proving to all that innocence can be sensual too.

And my killer move? The interview doe-eyed look which always gets me the job!

This is a slight variation of the seduction doe-eye look; just a subtle smile in the eyes and less of a slut.

But I guess, to the untrained eyes, the princess would just be like Zoolander doing his different poses.

No matter, the only celebrity that perhaps could challenge the princess would have to be Britney Spears.

And if Britney is making her comeback after a disastrous marriage, so can the princess & her eyes.

Move Over, Ms Tyra! Make space for the Princess!

So Now GoodBye

The princess often wonders what happens when you realised that two of us are not the same. Would you harden your heart to say goodbye or try to make things work out through compromise?

Can love still work if the things we want are different? And what is the common ground to stay together?

When it is love so hard, is it still called love? Or have I stayed for way too long?

And I (breaks into a song),

Remember when I saw you for the first time
I never thought you'd be mine
Then we went ahead and fell in love
Heaven was a common ground
We were never coming down
The two of us we had more than enough
You and I are not the same
To you love is just a game
Things will never be the same again

So now goodbye
This time I will be gone goodbye
Stayed for way too long
Started out with trust
But it isn't just about the good times baby

Remember all the promises we swore to
Can't say I didn't warn you
How I did adore you way back then (I did adore you adore you)
Ohhhhh
But you broke a solemn vow
Ha! you're paying for it now
Wouldn't you expect more from a friend
You and I are not the same
To you love is just a game
Things will never be the same again

So now goodbye
This time I will be gone goodbye
I stayed for way too long
I don't need you now
And I am oh so tired of excuses baby

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

This time will be gone goodbye
Stayed for way to long this time
It all started out with trust
But it isn't about the good times baby

(Kylie)

So Goodbye, my dear. For the last time.

The Socialite

Barely even a month at her new workplace, the princess is already well-known for her expensive taste and elegant class. And so, it would only seem natural that she be tasked to be in charge of the department’s next celebratory event.

Ever the socialite-at-heart, she decided that her Martha Stewart-meets-Donnatella Versace theme could be an instant hit where outrageous fashion makes peace with motherly family feast.

Then, came the shocker: It’s a ten-dollar per head budget.

I mean, come on, even a commoner’s caterer wouldn’t get out of bed for this kind of petty fee.

This is an impossible task for the impeccable princess. Immediately, the princess went from high class to low class disgracefully; choosing the most convenient caterer at the office cafeteria (whose food is well-known to be, well, unexciting and at times, inedible) – that’s why they do it for ten bucks!

Another shocker came three days later at the event itself, and it goes like this:
“The fish cake is too Salty!”
“The noodle is too Blend!”
“Where is the chicken in the Chicken Pie?!”
“Is that all?”

I mean, the princess knew that this was going to be a thankless task but I am sure that the people must know that this is the quality that ten dollar can buy.

So it goes to show, in life, some beggars can be choosers and princess can be losers.

And lesson learnt is never agree to anything (even to a relationship) until the price is right!

Lady Elephant (by Celebrity Writer - Ms Vulgar)

( Ms Vulgar second entry in Plastic Princess's blog..... As the blog princess, i have graciously publish Ms Vulgar Penis' unedited work of bizzare imagination. )


It’s been a long time since VP made her debut on plastic’s blog.

Guess what, I’m back again. After paris and bali, I am back to tell the story of the other zoo in Singapore. I am sure all of you who stay in Singapore have been to the Singapore zoological garden at Mandai road but I’m sure most of you have not been to the one that I work in, at orchard road.

This zoo is made up of just a few animals but all really ferocious and ready to bite anytime. In this zoo, you can find the lady elephant, the scaredy mouse, the butterfly, the lady pig and the mother hen.

Day in day out, VP has to take care of all these animals in the zoo to make sure that they do not fight with each other but sometimes, they get so ferocious that they fight with VP too. That’s when my NBCB, CCB, SFB will come out silently in my heart.

I guess among all the animals in this zoo, the one that I can’t stand most is lady elephant. Let me elaborate more on lady elephant…. Lady elephant is ….. HUGE for a lady.

No, she is not fat but just huge.

She often thinks she is the most stylish animal in the office but in actual fact she is not as she walks like a gangster and behave like one.

Lady elephant doesn’t like Singapore men as she complained that they are too small size. She however, particularly like Korean, Japanese and Caucasians. At times, when she complained about Singaporean men being too small, I just feel like telling her that it should be the other way round, she is too big for Singaporean men. It reminds me of Sex in the city when Samantha complained about the size of James’ LJ. James rebutted that she has a big CB.

That was hilarious.

Lady elephant was in Paris with me as I brought her along for the freak show that took place once a year in Europe. She however is a disappointment, not only did she not get the champion for the freak show, she was running around Paris flaunting her big CB to all the ang mohs there. It seems like she can’t live or dine without ang mohs as she will insist on looking for ang mohs during meal time and would pull a long face if there is no ang moh to dine with her.

I guess I have written enough about lady elephant. More to come as the days go by.

In the meantime, I better standby some salt in the office in the event that lady elephant’s CB gets too itchy due to a lack of ang moh here, I can stuff the salt into her CB to stop the itch.

Princess Feng Shui

The princess is a firm believer of Feng Shui, even at the expense of breaking her neck with heaps and heaps of crystal pendants ever known to man.

She is a conservative lady at heart, steep in traditional practices and values; trying to fit into modern demands of the world by infusing ancient wisdom into daily living.

In her office, she arranges her furniture and decors strictly in accordance to the Bagua arrangement.

And after the whirlwind shifting of the office equipments, she was finally pleased with herself; Even though now the stationary table is miles away from me and the files are not within the reach of my petite arms.

But no matter the inconvenience, the princess endures as she believes

Love will come,
Career will soar, and
Health and prosperity will rush to the princess

Now, with everything rightly put in place, the princess will just have to wait for her cute little fishes and the cheery potted flowers to help her snag the hunk of her life. :)

The Morning After

The princess wakes up the morning after, feeling tired and haggard, and she wonders inside her heart: “So, this is all there is to life?”

Day after day, week after week and year after year, the princess struggles to give meaning to her life, enriching it with love, money, career and a grand dream of the perfect life by following her heart.

She doesn’t want to be a fish spending its whole life in a bowl, meaningless and futile. She doesn’t want to be the numerous people she sees around her going through life lost and aimless.

Then, in a matrix-like vision gained somewhere between breakfast and dozing off back to sleep, the princess realises that life’s meaning is nothing but merely what we make of it.

The essence of life is in its everyday living, appreciating every moment. And as we constantly try to fill our lives with meanings, with cravings and desires, it distracts us from living it the more.

The princess hopes one day, she will wake up one morning after, free from the constant search for the meaning of life; only to smell the roses and the air, living each moment as it is there; appreciating life, with or without meaning to it.

Project Runaway Love

Things are never easy when it comes to love, as a dear friend of the princess just found out.

Having been on dates on and off for several months now, the poor friend of the princess often complain that she hadn’t the slightest idea what went wrong with each of the dates that were all going seemingly well.

And just like that, she will not be getting calls or response from the dates anymore without reasons…

At this point, the princess could not resist having this very inappropriate thought bubble in my head. I imagined myself as Heidi talking to her:

“You know what they say in Love, one day you are in, and the next day you are out!”

But the Princess does know how she feels. Sometimes, things are so unexplainable and there could be a billion reasons. Just like project runway, you will never understand why the worst of the lot remains in the game week after week.

At times, we just have to accept things as they are and let faith bring us through the difficult times.

And as what an optimist could say: “One day you are out, the next day you are in!”

Royal Destinies Fulfilled

The Queen left as fast as she came; leaving a trail of destruction along her way. It seems these days, there are more questions than answers, wherever part of the world you may be staying.

And in a year so filled with world-wide unrests and personal let-downs, there appears to be little cause for rejoicing at this short reunion in the heart of our tropical paradise.

Nearing the end of a year, the Princess wonders what’s in store for her in the coming year. She, and of course the Queen, cant help but wonder if the new year would bring new career highlights, a wonderful blissful love, good health, best friends and world peace at long last.

In the sea of uncertainties, would there finally be an answer which leads to a life of good old fashion love and kindness.

Being THE supermodels of the world, Plastic Princess & The Queen are never one whom would give up a good fight when we see one. So when our chips are down, our make-ups will be up.

Facing the world with new make-up, new hopes and new perspectives; Perhaps, there could really be a chance for our royal destinies to be fullfilled.

The Fish

My new fish seems to think that he is an eel or something. Most times, I see him dragging his tail at the bottom of the beautiful fishbowl; left to right and right to left. Somehow, no amount of food seems to be able to entice the stupid fish to swim up to the surface.

Like any self-respecting mother, I gave him a few lashing of my own…. “Swim up to the surface, you lazy bum!” and “You better work those fins!”

Suddenly, my frustration grew into fear and concern.

I thought to myself. “Could the fish actually be crippled? Or struck with some life-threatening disease?” But I guess, as long as he doesn’t swim sideways, it should be fine.

I could only pray that, maybe, it is a case of performance anxiety playing tricks. You know how some guys are in a new environment – shy and not able to display their prowess.

For now, I guess, he just likes to play the role of a slimy eel.

Guys, sometimes, you just cannot figure out what they are thinking of.

My Secret Garden

You are always that mildly shy and quiet guy that I knew. Your gaze never once stayed too long on me, always turning away whenever I caught your glance. And when I talked to you, you would always smile, listen attentively and reply back with those often, lost and irrelevant topics. Your feeble yet so sincere attempt at engaging a conversation with me never fails to bring a light smile in my heart. It lifted my weariness at the end of the day. In a world of harshness, you were the only comfort I can ever find. Every day, I long to rush back home right into the safety of your arms.

But I will never tell you how much you mean to me. I am afraid once I do, you will see the truth in how much I need you more than you need me. You will see me in a different light and treat me in disgust. You see, in my secret garden, it’s a place where our hearts will never harden, a rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn…………..

(Lets sing together now)
In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall
You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow
I wonder when I'll start to show
I wonder if I'll ever know
Where my place is
Where my face is
I know it's in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer's hiding somewhere
In my secret garden, there's

A petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me
Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess
Will I still be thirsty
Will I pass the test
And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it
Or will it pass right by
'Cause I'm not supposed to see
'Cause the blind are never free
Even at my secret garden
There's a chance that I could harden
That's why I'll keep on looking, for


I still believe, I still believe
'Cause after all is said and done
I'm still alive
And the boots have come and trampled on me
And I'm still alive
'Cause the sun has kissed me, and caressed me
And I'm strong, and there's a chance
That I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for

Somewhere in fountain blue
Lies my secret garden

Madonna

Welcome Back

Like a true blue celebrity, she touches down at the airport in the still of the night, quietly away from the media glare. I can imagine The Queen strutting down gracefully across the terminal in her dark oversized shades (yes, even in the night she needs them on) and hopped immediately onto the cab.

Along the way home, The Queen, passes by some very familiar places as she looks out of her cab window. Years away from home now, she finds herself remembering fondly of these places and faces as her memory flashes back.

But The Queen knew things are not the same as she looks at her homeland through the eyes of an outsider now; this is a place so familiar yet so foreign to her.

She has finally arrives back home to her family and long-timed friends….. with a bittersweet warmth in her heart.

Welcome back home, Ms Queen, even if only for a short while………..

Yours Sincerely,
P. Princess

Work Right, Ladies!

Single Women should never work late.....

The plastic princess sometimes wonder why single women of today are working extremely hard, often clocking in hours way into the twilight zone... Isnt it a vicious cycle that they find themselves in???

No men, Work.... All Work, No men.

SIngle and Available women of today should just snapped out of it...... The princess feels that they really need a good wake-up slap in the face.... After all, there can only be that many single good guys out in the sea. If you dun make time for them, how can you expect them to jump out of the sea for you.... In the end, they will eventually end up as someone else's dish of the day.

(that is why good & eligible guys always end up with ladies with no career to speak of or rich gal that doesnt need to work)

And there are only 2 things that will quickened the aging effect of humans..... Time and Work....

So, as a fellow single and available woman too, the plastic princess sincerely urge all similarly fated women to stop all OTs and start looking......

After all, there is so much more to life than work, work, work!

The princess herself has committed to a one-month sabbatical leave from work to go into full time man-hunting so as to prove her valid point!!! Setting a blazing example to all fellow single and desirable and charming sistas......

Celebrity Writer - Ms VP

(Reluctantly, Plastic Princess allows Ms VP's work of vulgarity and low brow humor to be published w/o edits and censorship.)


This is specially for those who reads the plastic princess blog and for those who know me… Yes, this is the Vulgar Peencess. The vulgar Peencess who used to provide so much entertainment to every one, the vulgar peencess who used to give nicknames to all those in the Royal family and the vulgar peencess who scripted the classic “The rape of Fairy He by the Seven Deities”. Indeed, she is back… as a celebrity writer for the plastic princess.

First of all, gotta say that I’m real glad that we had the little gathering on plastic princess birthday, really brought back some fond memories of the silly
times that we used to have. Thanks to Mr J for providing the inspirational idea of his Techno-j website that we are all so looking forward to. I am definitely anticipating to see the segment of Mr J in his birthday suit and his techno toys that vibrates. I am sure the website would be a big hit with all the Techno geeks.

Next, on to my life recently. Everything is fine and ok. The vulgar peencess is happily attached with a new job that allows me to see the world. What more could I ask for? Well, perhaps for more interesting and less bitchy colleagues. Just can’t seemed to be entertained by my new colleagues as much as my ex colleagues.
Perhaps they do not speak on the same wavelength as my previous colleagues. After being in the company for a good 5 months, I have yet to hear a single 4 letter
words coming out from anyone’s mouth. Maybe that’s why I feel so suppressed. I can’t throw out the CB, LJ and F word as much as I did previously. What’s more, I have 2 bosses that are constantly fighting with each other and often get me involved in their mindless political game. Sometimes, I just wish that 1 day I will climb above the 2 of them and change the culture of this place to one that is more acceptable of vulgarities and to one that I will feel more at home with. But all I can do now is to silently murmur the CB, LJ and F words under my breath whenever I feel shitty.

I guess the one that suffers the most after changing to this new job is my prince. He has to listen to all my CB’s story recently cos there’s no where else to allow my creative vulgar mind to wonder except when I am with him. Just an example of a story that happened just yesterday (FYI, Prince is learning to cook in acooking school now):

Prince: I was serving food today to a customer and the customer complained that the food was not hot. So had to change the food for her.

VP: If I were you, I wouldn’t bother to change, I will just tell her to open her legs and put the food into her CB cos that’s where it‘s warm enough to heat up her food. As Madonna sings: “Go down, where it’s warm inside. Go down, where I cannot hide. Go down, that’s where all life begins. Go down, that’s where my love is”

Well, guess that’s quite a lot for my first attempt as a celebrity writer. So much for now. Ciao!

One Hot Princess

The weather is getting so erratic and extreme in recent years that the princess wonders if Earth is really going to crumble and collapse anytime soon, just like the princess, underneath today’s hot scorching sun.

The princess cannot help but swear every 5 minutes along her way to lunch this afternoon as the heat is making the princess lose her ladylike patience. While cursing silently on world deforestation, drilling of oilfields, gas emission and the endless greed of mankind which will result in all of us dying from skin cancer eventually, the princess finally reach the luncheon destination.

After a mere 15 minutes walk under this sun, the princess was uncontrollably transformed into a cranky old witch with venomous tongue. She lashes out at the tardy waiters for their poor service as they brought out the chicken injected with disgusting growth hormones. She curtly stops her friends’ silly comments with her razor-sharp slit-throat retorts.

Nothing escapes her wrath until she finally cooled down under the breeze of the air conditioning (which is, by the way, contributing to global warming as well). With a cool- leveled head, the princess realizes it feels good once in a while to just lash out at hapless victims.

She wonders why she has not done more of these before.

The Devil Wears Prada

Watching Anne Hatheway in The Devil Wears Prada reminded the princess of herself when she first burst into the career scene, all fresh and full of ideals.

Like Hatheway, the plastic princess entered into a job for money, hoping that it would just be a temporary stopover en-route to her dream career. Before long, the princess found herself having to fend ferocious bitches in her company all the time but, of course, still totally clad in glamorous heels and stylish suits – looking fabulous and all.

At times, she wonders why she is pursuing a career that she had never wanted in the first place to begin with. Then, often, she dismisses her thoughts thinking that there isn’t any other way.

The Devil Wears Prada is exactly the wake-up call that the plastic princess needed to jerk her back to her senses.

If the princess still wants to continue wearing her Prada, she better quickly take on the role of the Devil.

No time for looking back at past regrets or silly childhood dreams.

The Princess needs her Prada no matter what it takes….

Ready For Love

The princess always has had an optimistic view on love; that love is the solution for all our problems, everlasting and never-changing.

And every broken relationship only serves to bring us closer to understanding what real love is and gets us ready when the right one comes our way.

In a world of increasing practicality, love is the only thing that keeps us insane and in touch of our deeper emotions.

And of course, most importantly, the princess believes that love is everywhere and in abundance. There is no need to fret and fear, or even snatch love, as there will always be enough for everyone.

The princess’s optimism for love has never been stronger in recent days.

According to her all-trusted fortune teller, real love is going to come for the princess after her birthday (which is yesterday btw).

The fortune teller said: “Before your birthday, you are not prepared for love as you do not truly know what you want. Only after your birthday, your heart will truly settle and be ripe for love”

Amazingly, it is true. The princess now knows what she needs in her man and is ready to be in love once again.

Paradise

Sometimes, we need to look back to the past to find the answers to the future.

The two gorgeous sistas found themselves back in familiar territory on one hot Saturday afternoon in an accidental twist of fate. A place which they had left behind for years.

For the plastic princess, this all familiar paradise was all too much for her to bear. Holding back her tears of delight, she slowly made her way across the glittery surface as memories flooded her mind. Vixen, now in her very best element, looked to the skies elegantly as the rays shine down on her. The two sistas knew they were home once again like Wonder Woman back to the Amazon.

The blue birds flew across the skies and the soft gentle wind caresses their hair and body as the sistas sip their wine and feasted on the fruits that they thought had no longer existed. It was a land before time, a heaven on earth, a picturesque view, a secret garden where only the purest of mind can enter.

As the sun begins to set, the sistas knew they had to leave. As sad as they were, they knew this would be a place that they can always seek solace in whenever they needed. A place they needed to be to remind them once again the purpose of their lives on Earth.

Reminiscing times

The princess and her gang was laughing their heads off silly, looking at our photos from yester-years..... We laughed at the way we look, quirky and err…… unglamorous… and amazed at how we allow ourselves to behave so silly in front of the camera way back then….

Well, I am really glad that I am “here” now…… much more sophisticated and understatedly demure…… No more in-your-face or those stick it up your butt kind of pose.

Strangely, time seems to mellow us down. Somehow, we have consciously exchanged spontaneity and bubbly outburst in the bid for acceptance and high ratings of approval from society.

Look at us…… so young and so innocently wide eyed then….. so wild and sluttily-provocative….

The princess took one last look at those photos from yester years with fond memories…… and deep in my heart, I wish that they would never ever fall into the wrong hands…….

Fickle World

Once hip, now not….. Joy was the toast of the town just months ago, one of the most celebrated clubs around. A few months later, it was deserted like a barren land, shunned and shamed.

Apparently, Rebel, the old maiden of the town, was again the flavor of the month. People are flooding back to it, gushing about the music, the crowd and the feel……when strangely, it has never ever changed anything at all over the months.

And so it goes to show, in the shallow world of the glamour pussies and hunky dories, it is all about perceptions, appearance and impressions. Nothing that really matters matter all so often.

Totally thrown off-track by the turn of events, the princess decided to make her way to another old kid on the block around the vicinity , well-known for catering to nubile young but very unattractive crowds.

Astonishingly, this amazing pub stays packed crowded as if unaffected by the fierce cat-fighting around. It seems, night after night, the crowd comes back to the same place.

In a place so unfamiliar, the princess suddenly realized that everything and everyone has a place and time and, probably, that special someone meant for them even in this fickle world.

Minutes later, the princess steps out for a breather, knowing that she was never meant to be at May Be.

Out on the quiet road, looking up at the night sky lighted with stars, the princess has a strong feeling that she might find that someone meant for her soon.

Birthday

As the nation celebrates its 41st birthday today, the princess finds herself nearing her own big 3-0.

Absolutely fabulous but totally clueless………

Somehow, at the euphoric age of 20ish, the princess decided then that life was too short to work her ass off and then took the downward spiraling tumble towards decadent mindlessness.

Now, facing the age where she begins her journey of the point of no return, the princess realized the precious years lost needs serious making up.

So on the verge of 30, it is time for the princess to take that glamorous leap into the 30s and back to being hip, driven and wildly successful…… just like before!

And so, while fireworks fill the skies once again to remind us how far our nation has progressed, the princess re-awakens like a phoenix from the ash……… Hot, Sexy and Dangerously focused.....

The Italian Job

There is this rush of love suddenly ignited deep within the princess when she steps into the office today. Could I be finally struck by cupid’s arrows?

I smiled and he smiled in the lift. Italian men, absolutely living up to their expectations.

For the first time ever, I finally realized the need for multi-national corporations to be in existence. Such heady joy. I bumped into him again 10 mins later. He smiled and I smiled.

Another 20 mins later, near the washroom, I smiled and He smiled.

This was getting pretty tiring without any progress. 30 mins later, I give up. I wish he could do more than reciprocating smiles. I wish to not only scratch the surface of the Italian man myth but also to know him at a much deeper level.

But right now, more importantly, I wish I could concentrate on this very urgent project I have in hand on my desk.

I got to take a coffee break to get him off my head, I told myself.

Spinelli’s – More Italians (or maybe Americans or British)…. I mean, who cares…..

And then, I saw him again…..

He smiled and I smiled for the last time……… today

Crushes (flirting) are all so sweet !

I LOVE D&G!

Yesterday, the princess had to run far and away just to get hold of that fashionistas-must-have D&G Motorola Razor Phone, which was supposedly limited in edition and fast running out of stocks.

Key phrases that will most certainly throw the princess into a frenzy and all common sense out of the window...... I could almost hear myself hiss “MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS!!!” (of course, in a sexy princess way)when i finally got my hand on it.

Of course, minutes later, the princess felt tremendously silly for mounting a nation-wide search just for a designer phone whose functions most probably are some generations back-dated.

This is an addiction that keeps coming back every time I say “enough is enough”. And i wonder why?

I guess, unless you are a creature of enlightenment, there will always be some form of addiction just catering to your needs…… Sex…. Cars….. Drugs…. Smoke….. Food….. Alcohol…. Work?!?!...

Sometimes, I really do not know what to make out of my addiction…

However, What i do know is that a gold D&G Motorola phone will definitely look fabulous together with my low waist D’Squared Jeans + that funky red GUCCI shoes and the quirky Marc Jacobs t-shirt for a wild glamourous night out.

SO while the Princess can be short on common sense and cash at times, she is never ever out of style....

The Hours

Some mornings I wake up feeling like Nicole Kidman in The Hours; not feeling anything in particular, as if disconnected from the real world and not really knowing how to be part of it…...

A dreaded feeling it is; especially with the rain beating heavily outside my house while I stayed motionlessly inside looking out wondering if there is meaning to it all.

The hours, it seems, are harder and harder to bear as I sense my will fading gradually away from me. Suddenly, I feel her pain and fears. I begin to see myself in Nicole’s frumpy dress with disheveled hair, putting pebbles into my pockets and walking slowly towards the pond in an attempt to end time.

Strangely, that happens to be my favorite scene from the show; to end your life under the weight of the world. Her desperate attempt revealed a sense of hopelessness to her cause and search for solutions. You can’t help but agree with her that there is no better way.

But I have no frumpy dress, disheveled hairstyle or any pebbles lying around. Not to mention, of course, there is no pond in the vicinity. Furthermore, I got to stay alive and awake enough to dress up and make it to work.

It is times like this where I truly wish that I am a truly talented and rich movie star like Nicole Kidman….

Samantha Jones

Today is truly one of the happier days in recent times……comparable to the time where Lady “V” got blissfully attached.

One of my truly talented friends in the royal group is a step closer to being the PR queen of Singapore, snagging a delightful PR job today. : ) What a wonderful piece of news this is!!!

Our very own Samantha Jones…

I was pretty glad that he had followed his heart and had not taken the well-trodden path of resuming his banking career….. So, it appears that life does deservingly reward people who take risks after all.

And what better way to celebrate the emergence of the PR Elite than a night of serious partying... After a long hiatus, the party princess will be back on the scene headed by our own SAM JONES – glamorous as always …..

I am sure that, amidst the night of endless cheering, flirting and teasing, we have all celebrated the fact that true happiness & joy doesn’t always need to begin with ‘me’………

We are so happy and proud of you, Sam Jones…………..

Cheers!

WHy Me?

"What?? Someone is using my picture on the chatroom???" The princess exclaimed after a concerned friend called me up to deliver the news.

I was dumbfounded. Who would do such a despicable thing? And worse, who actually got hold of my pics? After all, autographed pictures of the elusive princess are very rare.....

A million scary thoughts went through my head. What if the person using my pics talks dirty online... What if she superimposes my beautiful face on a naked body.... What if a potential man of my dream had seen the pic circulating its round on the chatroom and thinks that I am loose and promiscuous.... What ifs....What ifs....

Sigh... There is nothing much I can do about this.... These are the risks that every major celebrities must face I guess......

At least, someone thinks my pic is good enough to be used..... After all, imitation is really the best form of flattery.

;)

DOWN AND OUT

When I get down and out, wallowing in my own sorrows; there always seem to be constant reminders that I should stop being a whiny self-absorbing bitch.

It is amazing that I could be so oblivious to the fact that some of my friends most probably need that loving care, concern and a change of luck much more than me. And I could never imagine myself trading places with them.

As I start counting my blessings, I realized how much had been taken for granted and so little has been given to others. It is a shame that for the vastness of this world, my problems seemed to be larger than life. For the infinite possibilities that the world provides, I am confined within my own boundaries.

Suddenly the notion of the princess mulling and sulking over career and love (while people I know are battling to find a decent living, fear of losing loved ones and some, even their own) is so non-consequential.

With perspectives firmly put in place, the world just seems to be so much bigger now than my problems could ever fill.

LUCK

So I finally went ahead and bought my biggest purchase of lottery tickets ever on an early Saturday morning - against all advice from my friendly fortune teller that I do not have the windfall luck.

I am a gal who has to work hard for her money, she told me.

My whole life crumbled right before my eyes and I wasn’t gonna stand helplessly doing nothing.

Immediately, I ask: “Can a husband help then?”

She smiled and said ……… “Maybe, you can help him”

Well, she should tell that to my future husband instead (whomever, wherever). Clearly, she is not listening to her client’s needs.

I politely ask again: “So my husband wont be rich or make me rich?”

“It depends” said the wise one conveniently

Since we learned in schools that life has so many dependent variables, I decided that the only independent variable I should invest in is pure luck.

And, who knows, if I strike, maybe I truly can be of help to my future husband.

Now, i can only pray!

Treadmill Delight

When you are running on a treadmill at 12km/hr, keeping your graceful pace and at the same time, subtly flirting successfully with the cutie three treadmills away, you know you are near enlightenment.

The sheer excitement of burning calories while you flirt shamelessly is exhilarating. What’s more, you learn how to keep your hair perfectly in place, maintain that sexy smile even as you bop and huff and puff at the speed of light.

Cute face, nice smile and a great bod are always a welcome surprise by the princess of speed to distract one from the fatigue of running.

And I would also think, he most probably has a great personality, a healthy dose of fart humor and a loving heart from the way he runs.

In the world of multi-tasking, this has got to be the best - Man hunting at lighting speed!!!! I feel like “Cheetarah” on the prowl…….

And when the treadmill stops, the real chasing begins.

So I guess, in the exciting life of the supermodel princess, nothing really stands still even for a single moment.

Swept Away

Why is it getting more and more difficult to be totally swept away these days?

I remember a time where a simple gesture was enough to sweep me off my feet and into the arms of eternal romance. A time where love was grand and ditsy. A time when love is all about sparks and tingles…… nothing else.

But not these recent years……

This is a time of love with practicality and a little dash of precautionary measures. Will this love last? Is it a compatible match? Does it bring good sex? What is the future?

It seems like, as we age, we find a need for alot more safety nets. And a need for love to be the answer for everything that does gone wrong.

But love is not and never was. It is exactly the opposite.

Love is about throwing caution to the wind, about risks and sacrifices. It is the impetus for doing something silly, something funny and something irrelevant, getting hurt and enjoying every moment of it.

And yes, Love can be wrong and brings you to tears too, simply because love is love.

When we bring love down to earth, ironically, we’ve lost it.

So while age will rob away my youth, I refuse to let it take away the love from me, the child in me and lightness of my heart.

I will be swept away once more.

Model Questionaire

Do you know that: -

1. In every corner of the world, even as we speak, there is at least one supermodel/princess using bottled mineral/drinking water right now to rinse her hair after wash; keeping it all-so ever luscious and in heavenly condition; and

2. When is late considered late, according to the world of Supermodels. And what constitutes a late grand entrance?

If you DO NOT know all this, THEN you most probably aren’t part of the elite beauties across the world, the world of models and the beautiful princesses….


Well, if you must insist coming into my world, then you definitely must read this hilarious and supremely modelicious book!

To be Paris

Mid year.

Like any glam company listed in the stock exchange, the princess is making her half year performance announcement today.

Disappointing. I dun even know how to begin except to say things could have been much much better.

No Money. No Honey. And a whole lot more of unaccomplished resolutions set up at the beginning of year.

So for this 2nd half of the year, I have decided to just make one short and simple resolution.

***To be like Paris Hilton***

I guess this resolution is pretty much self explanatory. Anything you want in life, you see it in her.


Yes, I know, there is more to life than being an attention craving, self absorbing, and superficial bitch.

But if I cant even achieve this simple goal, what more can I say about my other noble goals in life.

The Bodyguard

Was it just my mind playing tricks on me?

Or was there some dirty, secretive flirting between the office security guard and the princess?

Really, what got into me?

They talk about “No-No” when it comes to office romances…. But romance with an office security guard??!! This could be the year’s greatest scandal by anyone’s standards….

To begin with, he was not even really good-looking…. Then why?

1) Could it be the tight uniform?… Although I dun remember having a uniform fetish. Ever!
2) Maybe it is the boredom in the work place?
3) Perhaps, the thought of a morbid forbidden love affair…
4) Must be his piercing eyes; so shy yet lustful?
5) The body? The smile? Or the way he “ordered” me to open up my bag for inspection? Oooooh……

It went something like this almost daily:
Guard: “Ms, can you open your bag to show me?”
Me : (Silent, thrusting the bag in front of him)
Guard: (Smiles and piercingly glancing at me as he opens the bag without looking in it)
Me : “ok?”
Guard: “Good day, Ms”

And I feel awkward passing by him as I get to the washroom because he was always looking at me, smiling at me…..

I think to myself: “Was that a ‘friendly security guard’ smile? Or a ‘security guard hitting-on-me’ smile?”

Anyways, I am pretty much amused over the matter. Its just like some weird episode of ‘Sex and the City’ or ‘Desperate Housewives’ with character falling for off-beat character. Maybe, I should feign sexual harassment and file for a million dollars lawsuit!!!!

Wow! All these evil and perverted thoughts!! I think it is the media’s bad influences on me!

It is really a whole big deal about nothing. Just like anything else, I guess. Although, I do look forward to going to the office now.

Validation

I was watching the Oprah show yesterday about the American culture and its effects on teenage girls. On how Paris, Lindsay and the other good-time girls are regarded as idols and the epitome of cool (which I am guilty of too of course).

The teenage girls of America now seek validation by being what they think is cool, choosing to be slim, skimpy and sexually careless.

This is definitely not a recent development I think.

And not just teenage girls.

It just brings to mind of how so often we require validation from every walk of life that we are willing to sacrifice our own personalities.

At work, we are dictated to act a certain way to be perceived as high value individuals. We need validation from the boss and fellow colleagues. Misguided bosses whom had fallen into the trap themselves set to perpetuate such vicious cycles.

Even family, love and appearances has a certain set of standards dictated by the marketing geniuses somewhere out there.

Almost god-like, they create what is deemed as a perfect successful loving lifestyle. Good looks, nice house, big cars, exclusive education, cute kids and so on. Having it all validates our existence.

If not, you are a miserable loser.

We are so much into consumerism and materialism that it has become a part of our lives, manipulating us subconsciously. The greatest stroke of genius: we deemed all these desires as our own choices when it is actually not at all.

We have become someone we were not. We do not need technology and advances in life sciences to turn human beings into clones. Just clever marketing.

But how can we overcome it without turning ourselves into a recluse or a nun or some moral high priestess?

And do we really want do away with the Kate Spades, Pradas and Estee Lauders that so very well establishes us in our society?

What happens when they are gone..................?

Perhaps, the real beauty of us emerges when we do not give a care about what people think. When we do not need any validation from anyone to confirm our very existence.

Time for LOve

As I was enjoying my session of midnight hot-bath rub-a-tub days ago, an old college friend of mine had just said goodbye to a very new love of hers.

Yes….. Sometimes, love can be fleeting.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Like a salt-bath thrown into the princess’ hot tub, it just fizzles away uncontrollably.

And when its love so short, one really cannot help but ask: was there ever love?

Or was it only short-term lust, at best, an attempt at love, or simply, love-gone-awry?

These days, the princess just does not fret over these matters anymore. Love just cannot be defined or rationalized. Less so, predicted.

It just comes and goes like the ever-changing statements of fashion trends. Once hot, now Not!

But once in a while, a timeless classic piece (like the Plastic Princess and Chanel) pops out of nowhere, captures your heart and draws your very breathe away. And you stay faithfully with it.

So while it appears that love in recent times is an extremely unreliable thing, truth is, like fashion couture, it has always been there…. We just got to appreciate its different forms.....

Like the salt bath dissipated into the water, it has never been gone.

So my dear friend, LOve is everywhere..... Just like cute, nice guys.... if you just open your eyes and heart to it.... and feel it with your body....

Miss Airy Fairy

At a time when the princess seems to be at the cross-roads of everything, she is being given a honest piece of advice.

In the most well-mannered fashion, i was told that it is time that i start putting my feet firmly on the ground like everybody else. WHich basically translates to No more Ms AIry Fairy with fantasies right up to the stars......

Its implications:
1) Do not wait for the perfect guy to come. Nowadays, even real princess marry commoners and lead a common life. There are millions out there who settle for less than second best.

2) No more dreaming about that perfect job or life. There is no such thing.

3) No more behaving like a child whom is too kind to see the evils of the world. Its time to wise up for your own good.

4) Its time to put your dreams into a deep slumber.


It appears that, in life, there is a certain age where dreams die, innocence lost and the world of resignation begins.

Perhaps, one has grown wiser to fit in to the ways of the world. And where wise Madonna once sang :" Nothing really matters"

But if nothing truly matters, why should we even care to put our feet firmly on the ground?

Pretty Woman

Yes, they showed Pretty Women on the telly once again. And once again, i stayed glued to the show like it was yesterday once more.

Sigh.... If only life was so easy, I would have been a hooker already.

Julia Roberts really deserve to be a top-rated star after this show as she created so convincingly a woman almost impossible to exist: so tarty, so innocent, so elegant, so witty, so engaging and Pretty all at once!!!

And the best part is a gazillionaire in the cute form of Richard Gere truly fell in love with her.....

THe movie is just filled with so much hope and fantasy that one would almost want to believe that it will happen in real life.

After all, who doesnt want that one-way express ticket to happiness?
















Then again, is there really such a thing as a short cut to anything?

And when it comes to happiness & love, do we really have to earn our keeps?

I shrudder at the thought of working hard for anything...... Though i know it is most probably what i need to do right now......

But for now, i shall fantasize being picked up by a sensitive rich new age hunk whom would eventually fall for me because of my tartiness, wit, innocence, humour and above all, my blessed good looks of course....

And all this, without being a hooker.... or maybe i will be.......

What Can You Lose?

In the search for love, we should always ask ourselves "What can you lose?"

A lesson that Lady "V"'s new found-cute-love reminded the princess days ago.

He said: "Go on, talk to him first, afterall, what can you lose?"

Well, it is true. There shouldnt be any reasons holding me back from saying "hi, nice game of tennis" to the very cute tennis player at centre court as he passed me by.

Afterall, he had seen me watching his game of tennis with the upmost admiration on my part and reciprocated back with a friendly smile of his.

For whatever reasons, the princess did not make a move. And before long, he was gone.

I didnt think much of it until this weird dream i had the night after. I dreamt that the princess was holding hands with the tennis player, watching movies, having a romantic night out.

After i woke up, i begin to realise what had i potentially lost by not taking action at the point in time.

If i had taken action, at least, i would have an addtional tennis friend.

At worst, it would be just a 5 minutes friendly rejection.

Fear, keeps us from our potential. Worse still, irrational (over-amplified) fears built up subconciously in us, prevent us from doing what we always wanted to do.

What could be the worst thing that can possibly happen to us?

Everything thing that can happen to us, will be gone in a span of a hundred years or so.... Really a flash in the entirety of time.

So, the princess is determined to set my perspective right. And not let an opportunity slipped by because of unfounded fear.

Afterall, the cute english man wouldnt have met the perfect Lady "V" if he was afraid and stunned by her beauty.

ANd he wouldnt have got to know the even more beautiful and wise friend of Lady "V" -The Plastic Princess.

Cover Girls

Lady "V" called me early this afternoon to deliver an astonishing piece of news!!!!

"Princess! We are on the cover of a magazine!!!" Lady "V" exclaimed...

"What???? WHich one!!??" I exclaimed out even louder, thinking Lady "V" and I had finally been talent spotted at long last!

The princess loses her regal composure for a split second at my own workstation. Quickly, i turned around to see if my mere mortal colleagues had overheard me.

As i was about to throw in my resignation letter in exchange for fame as a supermodel, in came the response from the other side of the phone......

"It is a very international Magazine" Lady "V" couldnt hide her excitement anymore.

"Sigh. this cant be true!" I thought to myself. My heart sank as reality set in but now, my curiosity almost killed the kitten....

So here is it!!!!!













Lady Meryl "V" - Classic, Timeless & Talented with Princess Lindsay Me - Chic, Young & Vibrant....


One could never had imagine that it is possible to have stars of such different personalities, different generations on the cover of a same magazine.

In life's weird twists and turns, there always seem to be a pleasant surprise hiding somewhere round the bend.


Wow..... Finally on the cover of a magazine with my sista and me!!


I so need to have my "Vogue" moment now!!!

Princess' Writer's Block

The Princess experiences her first case of writer's block in her short history of blog writing. Was I running out of brillant ideas? Or Was I giving myself too much pressure to write a very excellent article?

No, neither.

It is the act of self-censorship playing its role here.... As more and more people realize who the actual person behind the facade is, it is difficult to write a piece of article without offending someone. Somehow, the cloak of anonymity is gone.

No more torrid gossips and rumors.... No more bitching about ugly habits of friends...... And no more self-praise on personal beauty and intelligence....... For fear of some impending backlash.....

All prim and proper, just like how a princess should behave. Like how we conform to societal norms and conventions, losing our precious identity as a result.

I began to wonder if we have all become phantoms of the opera, hiding behind some pretty porcelain masks, believing that our real self is hideous.

Perhaps, we have truly become freaks via the act of self censorship of our thoughts, thinking that it make us beautiful.....

Just like ugly guys whom are forced by society to have a good body just to balance the equation a little...... becoming modern-day frankensteins unconsciously...


The world is full of sad cases these days......

Rainy Days Thoughts

Across the nation, the abnormal frequency of sudden downpour had forced the princess to seek solace in the comfort of her home during the weekend.....

While the rain was nothing at all like the intensity of Hurricane Katherina, threatening to destroy the whole country, it was enough to plunge one right into depression....

Rain Kate (bestowed by the princess) had become the outgoing princess' greatest enemy for the weekend.....

I was lost and a prisoner in my own palace.... not knowing what to do.... Spaced out on the couch in front of the telly....

In that unexpected moment, the princess suddenly begin to experience an awakening.

I could hear my own breathing for the first time in many months.... The physical silence and the emptiness of the mind that had initially confused me now had a tranquil effect on me...

It then dawned upon me that perhaps i had never stopped to listen to my soul even for a single moment. The body and mind had been rushing from one place to another, one idea to the next and one man to another....

Nothing was really appreciated though much had been accomplished.

It also made the princess realised that maybe, afterall, i might actually enjoy the quiet domesticated life a little more than the glam-wham-fast-moving lifestyle that i am usually accustomed to........

After a few hours or so, Rain Kate died down...

Before she left, she whispered into the princess' ears... "experience each moment throughout your life, do not pass them by"


And the princess shared her words of wisdom to Rain Kate too.... "World Peace and ....less rain"

A Lie For Her Guy

Sometimes being a politically-correct princess can be such a bitch!.....

I mean, how to do tell someone that the person she is dating looks like hmmmm...... well, ugly......

And do you want to be truthful when you know that your opinions doesnt matter anyway?.... Because that guy most probably have an inner beauty that only your friend can see.... as if it is a very secret superpower that the guy possess....

Besides, you dun want to be labelled a sour-pussy or a bitter-cunt......

Most importantly, we need to keep our karma intact so that our future lover doesnt end up to be exactly the same (God, forbid!)

In any case, it is really none of your business......

But when pressed for an answer..... the choices of response are pretty much limited if you do not want to give yourself away..... Nothing like:

"As long as you like him" or
"He has a good heart" etc... etc......

My usual lie..... "I would have taken him if its not for you!!!" (Well, sometimes true, sometimes false.. )

And of course, it is always an ego booster when even the princess has also taken a liking to your guy.....

The sacrifices i have to make sometimes ... for the sake of friendship.

But seriously, lies or no lies, the princess' opinion really shouldnt matter..... as long as you like him.......

Princess Happy Meal

In one of the rare occasions, the commoner's princess uplifted her status as she dines with the very beautiful and poised "Party of Two" in one of the town's most celebrated Japanese restaurant. (definitely not Frumpy Housewife and Lady "V")

For a meal that costs almost a hundred bucks each, the princess would had usually moaned and groaned ,kicking a fuss over the exorbitant price...

After all, the princess' money doesn't exactly grow on trees and seafood is seafood regardless if it is cooked or uncooked; and no matter what weird word the Japanese have for them!

Strangely, nothing of that sorts happened that night. I must have either been under the influence of my "Party of Two" whom makes such a meal seemed all so ordinary ..... or could it be that sake the waitress had just served?

No matter, I was glad that I had not made any complaints that would have spoilt the mood for dinner... It was definitely worth every cent of the hundred bucks.

The sashimi (tuna belly and scallop) was so good that it simply roll off the tongue and slide down the throat immediately. Such freshness never tasted before.... And I just adore that melt-in-your-beef that was served next.... OiSHi!!! (Delicious in Japanese, I think)

The Land of the white-powdered ladies seems to have mastered the art of good food without much cooking!

So, there is really a difference between cooked and uncooked seafood....

As I swallowed the last piece of the succulent prawn (yes... uncooked too), I was over the moon with such a delectable dinner....

Unfortunately, my soul was whacked with guilt.... my sudden realisation of the difference between the privileged and the rest of the people

I started thinking about the people whom cant afford and would most probably never have a chance to enjoy this meal. My thoughts then wandered far to our ancestors whom really "showed us the way"..... and to us taking everyday luxury in life for granted...... and we being really a bunch of spoilt brats complaining about our miserable lives....

Well, I must admit that it was a short-lived reflection of life (as always the case) because the green tea ice cream had brought the princess comfortably back to the world of excesses and decadent indulgence.....

Deep in my heart, I really wish I could begin to be more appreciative of my life and be more mindful of the situations that others more unfortunate than us are in....

It is an uphill task I know... But if uncooked seafood can command such an exorbitant price.... Nothing is impossible!!!

A RUde Awakening

The sleeping princess woke up one particular Saturday morning feeling rather pissed off...... at everything.... It was as if there was a pea underneath my mattress bothering me the whole night before.

Could it be the side-effect of consecutive Friday nights of clubbing taking its toil ,I thought to myself?

Then, I decided the mind must have finally lost its patience after seeing the princess waking up day after day after day of mindless work, loveless situations and still no hope for an early comfortable retirement.

The vision of the princess with her prince beneath the tree under the clear blue skies filled with white clouds and her rainbow on a weekday afternoon where work is no more a necessity was fast fading away.....

In a do-or-die situation that called for immediate remedy of my so-called life, I jumped out of bed and leaped into action almost instantaneously, hoping that it is not already too late!!

Full of renewed determination, I decided that I will make work as fun as possible as it can be for me, even if it means quitting!!! Next, using my very professionally trained mind, I counted my entire savings to date and draw out a number of alternatives to lead me to my early retirement; start a very profitable business, strike lottery, make a killing on the stocks-market or marry an old, rich man!

Love? I guess I just got to keep praying that the right man comes along before my beauty and my sense of eternal faith in love runs out....

For a quick fix-me-up, the ever glamour princess, marched down to the latest hippest fashion must-have hideaway for some cheer-me-ups therapy.... And of course, a little clubbing on a Saturday night might help a little too, I guess......

So, Sunday morning.....

The princess woke up feeling more pissed than Saturday. The damn pea!!

Lindsay Lohan for LV

I was ecstatic to know that my favorite star, Lindsay, had yet another breakthrough, by being chosen to be the new face of Louis Vuitton...

Amidst the struggles with her personal life, to be taken as a serious actress and be accepted as a singer... Finally, something good seems to appear at last.... Perhaps, it could be the confidence boost just needed in her bid to make it in a fickle industry.

As I was surfing the net for lovely pictures of Lindsay Lohan, to my horrors of horrors of horrors, there were so much hate articles about her being the new face of Louis Vuitton.....

1) Marc Jacobs must have lost his mind....
2) Lindsay is just not sophisticated for LV (cheapens the image of Louis Vutton)
3) Louis Vuitton was looking for Olive Oyl
4) This is total suicide for the brand. Who wants to carry a bag that a coke whore, an ugly coke ho at that, endorses?

Why the malice? Then again, malice just seems to be everywhere these days. In the workplace, with friends, at home and even strangers on the streets.

It just is a tab bit easier and convenient to bitch at someone who irritates you rather than to take the time to get to know more about the person. Somewhere, somehow being nasty has taken precedence over efforted kindness in reacting in a bad situation.

We suddenly have to choose between being a confident outspoken person whom is not afraid of speaking her mind for her right or that soft meek pushover whom is afraid to make a stand and trying too hard to please everyone.

It perturbs me to know that being nice is no longer fashionable and hip. Like a fake LV bag, it is being looked down upon like a disease just like Lindsay for LV.

But i still want to be nice and kind, for i cannot imagine what my life would be without it...

Sometimes even the all-so fashionable princess got to be unhip and unglam for what she believes in doing right!!!

Dragon Lady Seven Fairies Formation (Long Nu Qi Xian Zheng)

Passed down from generations to generations, the formation first appeared in ancient China somewhere in the time where the first emperor of China reigns. It had always been the sacred secret of the top pugilist clan in China then - (Ling Shan Pai) or Bell Mountain Sect........

It is a Sect ruled by an ethereal beauty whom is equally well-versed in martial arts... wielding her special form of flying daggers skills.....It was also widely believe that her intelligence, knowledge of astrology and mystical powers surpasses all men/women of her time......

She was the one who create the "Dragon Lady Seven Fairies Formation (Long Nu Qi Xian Zheng)" based on her observations of the stars alignment with the moon on a certain day of a month.

Somehow, while her deadly flying dagger skills had been lost through the centuries, the knowledge of the formation passes on across time....

It is said on the night of the 1st day of the 4th lunar month.... place the symbol of a jade dragon directly under the formation of the seven bright stars (Orion???) in the sky.... The owner of the jade dragon must sit on it at the strike of midnight.

This is the time where the energy of the jade dragon and seven stars infuses into the owner's body giving the person tremendous cleansing function of the soul... With the cleansed soul, the first thing he/she wish will come true.....

Though it sounds superstitious, it had been proven by many who dared to try it.....

And the source of this information? Not some internet mass mail but an ancient book passed on and on from generations to generations whom a close friend of mine belongs to.... I have read it myself.....

Freaky but true....

Love At 0130

In yet another glamorous night out, Lady "V" and I, together with our entourage, descended upon the wildest club in town "JOY"........ Fashionably late as usual.

As we sashay past the bouncer & into the club, there were lines of cute guys everywhere!!!

"This must be the best crowd ever!!" Lady "V" exclaimed. Its a good thing that the music drowned her voice.

Nevetheless, lady "V" and I looked straight ahead without taking a look at them. After all, ladies of royalties have their decorum to upkeep.

We got our drinks (minimal for I didn't want to look dead drunk this time) and headed to the dancefloor as the DJ started playing this strange Maddy remix.

And then at 0130, the act of betrayal began............ Lady "V" excused herself and adjourn to the side of the dance floor for a rest as she was "sick" and "very unwell".......

We all know what happens when a bitch in heat is left unattended even for the slightest moment.

Even before the end of the song, a guy (from England, and young, average in size and height but with a very nice smile and crisp, clear English) hit on her.

They started flirting and kissing and hugging and .... Going out of sight for the next whole hour.

Victoriously, Lady "V" re-emerged at our usual after-club lounge for a cuppa coffee with the man in hand. Beaming widely, the nice English man was. It was a match-made in heaven.

So love at 0130.

Contrary to popular belief, it can happen anywhere..... As long as you let your guard down, the elusive love will sneak right up to you unexpectedly ...........like a rare vintage find that you sometimes chanced upon with delightment in a secondhand store...

Plastic Princess Unveiled

Went to this very beautiful and interesting blogsite of "I still play with dolls" and saw how beautiful her dolls are.... She has the nicest pics of Midori dolls that i ever seen....


Just thought of sharing some pics of my "Laura Ashley" Barbie doll with her too... A dear friend of mine designed the dress and gave it to me....

Apparently, she won some award for some Barbie Bride Contest... Cool.... 


Tada.... Presenting the "Laura Ashley Bride"....

My "designer" friend gave her a ultra short hair cut, matching pearl necklace and ear-rings... How sweet....

And i gave her the demure pose... looking just like the perfect blushing bride that i always imagine myself to be...


 




Look!! She was actually Rapunzel to begin with... The "evil" designer friend lopped off her hair... I could almost feel her pain when the hair was cut...

Well, according to the designer, he was very worried initially too. But being the ever-so-decisive stylist, he decided to revamped her image for a fresher look.... "No Big Hair, No Rebond Long Hair, Too Common!!" He said......



  






This was my version of the "Runaway" Bride pose....... Not really looking like Julia Roberts version though.....

Just wanted to give that care-free feeling... After all, a marriage is suppose to liberate you and not trap you... So i hope....



Well, let me end off this article with the lovely introduction that my "drama" designer wrote for his beautiful creation as part of the competition.

Every girl dreams about a
Perfect Love, &
A sweet, loving place to
Call her home.

With the flowers of the spring,
She fills her home with the
Warmth that she brings,

A wedding is the beginning of
This wonderful dream…….


I secretly think he was talking about me

The Magic Of Booze

The magic combination of booze (lotsa), hypnotic music and dark-lit ambience always have a deadly effect on people.

Just the weekend that passed, the beautiful princess was doing her dutiful rounds hanging out with the beautiful people around the clubs dancing and singing and drinking away as we tragedically know the weekend is coming to an end soon.

Somewhere between the 5th & 6th glass of mojitos, the magic began to start. Suddenly, strangers became acquaintance, and acquaintance became real close friends. All at once, there were no barriers between people and everyone was as happy as if we could ever be.

The dance floor looked like the enchanted forest with music pumping right through the trees. In their colorful and glamorous dressing, everyone looked like centaurs, fairies, the occasional elves, gnomes, dwarfs and more fairies.


I felt like Princess Alice in Wonderland

As the crowd grew bigger and the drink began to pour like rain, I begin to feel a little lost and spinning out of control. It was then I saw familiar faces around me.

In that instant, the real magic of life began to unveil.

Like angels, my trusted friends had always been there shielding me from any dangers lurking around the corners. Though the princess was almost gone by then, I knew that I was truly blessed.

I began to close my eyes and immersed myself into the pumping of the music, but ever so truly conscious of the fact that my friends would always be by my side no matter how fallen i must have looked......

The wonderful side effects of booze......


It makes you re-discover the beauty of friendship that you ,so often, once in a while forgot it exists.....

The Big Voice Technique

An interesting recommendation on the usage of the voice this week....

When in doubt, always use the booming big voice. It works well for the big occasions, I was told. But as adventurous as I am, I have my reservations about this, even if its gonna help.

Because, in this part of the world where being demure is a goddess-like virtue, booming voice just seemed like a no-no.....

The charming radio personality encouraged me further, lose your inhibitions, dear. You know you can do a big booming voice if the situation calls for it.

Yeah, I guess so.

But, like all nice and decent girls, there is only one situation that I know might be appropriate to shed all inhibitions and have a booming voice - in the privacy of the bedroom.

And I really really do it very well there.

Suddenly, it occurs to me, perhaps this is also why the loud bitches at the workplace gets all the praises and promotions. They are not afraid to shed their inhibitions and use their boom boom voice either at the boardroom or the bedroom. For them, they need not differentiate between the two rooms, like we decent girls do.

And as much as I hate them, I must admit I do secretly admire those bitches for their confidence.

In this cut-throat corporate environment, where it takes everything to get ahead of your competitor...... My take is that we have got to sweep our goddess-like virtue under our beds and use the "boom boom voice without inhibitions" technique to put us two steps ahead of our arch rival..........

Irregardless of whether it is a bedroom performance or a boardroom war.

A Torrid Affair

Like a sexy home video let loose on the internet, a growing momentum had garnered for this torrid affair over the week, which is appearing to be a case of "Desperate Housewives-meet-KamaSutra" spin…

And to think that it actually happened to one of my dear dear friend. And no, it is not Lady “V”.

I shall not name names but she is also widely known as the Frumpy Housewife to many in the “circuit”. Lets call her…. Mdm “F”.

(Also, I intend to skip the KamaSutra portion of this steamy tale)

So here goes……

Happily attached for a couple of years now to the most humble, down-to-earth , nicest guy that I’ve ever known, Mdm “F” had always been gushing about her perfect love relationship all this while.

In fact, she is really one of the last that I would ever thought could cheat on someone. She was an angel in disguise!

But then again, it isnt just anyone! It is a certain someone in the fashion/arts scene whom had had appearances on national TV before! Someone that Lady "V" had been eyeing on all this while.

Sourgraped Lady "V" commented snidely: "This is really a case of the Low Class attracting the Low Class!"

High class or low class, this torrid affair had gone undetected right under my royal nose for months now. It is definitely yet another blow to my almost non-existent love life so far.

According to first-hand account, it started out as pure sexual lust, grew into mild love and upgraded into a 0.4 carat diamond ring from T & Co on the hands of frumpy Mdm "F".

In this crazy turn of event, it simply makes one wonder: How does one measure the worth of faithfulness?

And as Lady "V" would agree, confirms that beauty is indeed subjective and love is truly blind!

Sex, Lies and Diamond Rings....... Some girls just seem to be able to eat the cake and sample their tarts all at one go......

At least, for now it seems.

Pan-Asian Beauty

Hi....

For those who do not know me, let me introduce myself:

I am a pan-Asian beauty..... Half of my parentage is Chinese, the other half almost British and the rest is a touch of Korean. And that's what makes me beautiful and unique, according to the general consensus I observed so far.

However, I notice recently that there appears to be imposters amongst us.... It seems that, increasingly, a certain group of people had gone around pronouncing the mixed parentage in them when i cant tell the difference in them.

In fact, most of these people looked totally like they are 100% of a certain race that it almost seemed that they are ashamed of their race (or main race). Ridiculous.

More ridiculously are the ones who truly take pride in the fact that they cant speak their own language. I mean, where is truly the pride in this? Is English such a superior language worth sacrificing your mother tongue over it? Does it bring you closer to being a pure non-Asian or makes you a pan-Asian? Or makes you more superior than your own race?

Or does it just show that you are indeed too challenged to be an efficient bilingual?

Well, whomever we are, I do hope that we are proud of who we are and not seek to pretend to be someone else.

So to set the record straight, I am not of mixed parentage. I am a true blue princess of a single race whom embraces all races and religions as long as you are cute....

Transamerica Cutie

TransAmerica is truly quite a bizarre show for me...

Well, amongst many weird ideas, the son fell in love with the transexual father.... A son whose ambition is to be a gay porn actor..... And a weird loving, connecting chemistry between the father and the son...

But one good thing about the show is that everything is forgiven with an actor so cute!!! Haa haaa

Kevin Zegers, in TransAmerica, is such a hottie that even a princess cannot resist dedicating an article just for him.

Well, just his pics for our viewing pleasures anyway....

Still cant get over the fact that he has to be a gay porn actor at the end of the show...

Poor Guy!! He should have a happy ending or something...

Like married to a princess!!



Oh Gosh, look at me, I sound like a sixteen year old once again....

But well, I must say, TransAmerica is truly one of the kind of show...

that makes you feel Teeny-Boppy again,

questions your conventional views of love and goals

And makes you smile at the end of it all with a strange fuzzy warm feeling in your heart that you just cant explain......

Spoilt For Choice

In one of the rare occasions where a dinner party of 3 turns out with more attendees than expected, it could really be a case of being spoilt for choice.

So there we were, the beautiful lady "V" and me, having our dinner with a good male friend of ours, enjoying the carefree bitching that always seemed to follow when work ends. It is always nice to bitch in front of a guy whom you do not have any romantic interest in. So free and unpretentiously ourselves.....

But not for long......

A group of surprise guest stars of 5 began strolling in, towards our dinner table. Apparently, friends of our male friend, whom happened to be around the area.

So one by one, introductions began and Lady "V" and I was busy ticking our checklists....

Contestant No. 1: Doctor (Tick), Gd-Look (Tick), humorous (Tick), Single (Tick, Tick, Tick!!!).... Followed by Contestant No. 2, 3, 4 & 5.

Every single one of them seemed to have pass the very "strict" and "stringent" criteria set by our very own discipline mistress, Lady "V".

Before we knew it, we were like two geishas putting up our top-notched performances for our patrons. So much for being free and unpretentiously ourselves.

On second thoughts, Lady "V" was actually pretty much herself that night as with every other nights....

At the end of the dinner, when its time for wrapping up, every contestant seemed so good that it was hard to make a choice.

While Lady "V" and I didnt bear to accidentally vote anyone of these hunks off the very first round; We, later realized that, by not voting, we, in actual fact, had unwittedly voted ourselves out of the game instead.

So I guess, in a time where everything happens in a blink of an eye, the slowest and undecided contestant often get ousted off the Island of Love.....

Love In The Financial District

It is surprising that in one of the world's most densely populated financial district where cute single guys galore, finding love in the district can be rare. It is as if we are searching for the loch-ness monster or big foot or something.

Whatever the case, love in the financial district have somewhat become an urban legend of our times.

Which is sad, considering most part of our lives and days are spent in the working environment.

And even sadder, considering most of these cute single guys do really need some tender loving care in the midst of their highly stressed job routine (which I can only presumed).

Why are we forced to seek love from the internet, clubs and restaurants after work, when we should be having no problem finding the right one standing right there in front of our working doorstep?

It is just ridiculous that a pretty, gorgeous princess like me cant seem to find love in the district. I am determined, together with my darling friend from "Find-Love-During-Lunch" Anonymous, to take this as our personal mission and pave the way for all single gals working from nine to five.

So let us begin from every single streets of the financial district, lifts of every office building, all the popular lunch places and even the pantries at our place...... Leaving no tables and chairs unturned.

Sooner or later, I know we will find love right there.

Beyond Fear – ‘V’ for Vendetta

I am sure anyone whom had seen the movie ‘V’ for Vendetta would realize what it means to live beyond fear.

A movie, which in my opinion, is one of the year’s most powerful & impacting shows so far, scoring high on entertainment value as well.


After the show, I was left to ponder, whether like Evey (Natalie Portman’s character in the show) that i am also able to live beyond my fears and transcends into living for an idea.

While man dies and can be forgotten, the ideas they represent last forever, passing on from a person to the next, one century to another. (The really good ideas of course and not some crap)


Many of us, including me, are so trapped by our own fears and insecurities because we see ourselves as only physical beings with limitations. So afraid that we suddenly lost our ideas and our dreams.

But I believe that we are more than the sum of our parts and not just mere physical shell. If we believe strong enough in our ideas, they will become us and we become indestructible and eternal as a result.

So many of us have dreams and goals buried deep within us that would most probably stay there until the day we die. And why?

The fear of consequences or ridicule?

The lack of true burning desire? or

A realistic measure of self-worth?

If we, like Evey, can overcome the notion of shame, death and weakness of the man, we too can become fearless in the pursuit of our dreams. And it wouldn’t matter if it can come true during our lifetime's effort ......Because our ideas and hopes do not stop with us. It just get passed on and on until it is accomplished eventually some day.

So there, to all my darling friends, do not let anything hold u back from your dreams. You go, Girl!! Guy!! errr...... Whatever..

From this moment, I am gonna start living my own idea. I am gonna be a rich bitch who never gives a damn....

And I am gonna achieve that slowly but surely.

Trust me as you trust your ideas.

Martina Hingis Rocks Big Time!!!!

Martina Hingis is so gonna come back to the tennis professional circuit with a bang!!!

Things were looking up for her when she beat Maria Sharapova at the semi-finals in Tokyo not so long ago but lost at the finals.

And at the on-going Pacific Life Open, happening now, she created an upset victory over Lindsay Davenport (quite a shocker) and will face Sharapova once again in the semis. I hope she will win Maria Sharapova (again) in this semi-finals and go on to win the title... Her first since her comeback!!!

We can only wait with anticipation, the return of this really talented, inspiring tennis superstar!!





So much has been said about her style, her grace and her skills since her return that i need not say more.


More about her at the Pacific Life Open.


Welcome back, Princess of the WTA, thats what fans call her. We miss you so much.

Princess Cosmopolitan

What becomes of friendship and love when they are constantly under threat in this new century where overseas mobility appears to be the norm?

Just a few years back, all of my friends were very localized..... And now, some have flown to New York (a very drama but glamorous gd friend of mine, last heard to have under gone a sex change operation and happily married in NY, which is by the way, the most bizarre rumor I've heard so far), Australia, Hong Kong, China and whatever.....

Of course, I do make new friends from the likes of Taiwan, Indonesia and States too, whom are so often flying in and out, in and out......

But wherever the location..... The dynamics of the relationships are never the same ..... The fact is, physically, they cant be around you when you need them the most....... Sharing your tears of joy, hugging you in your moment of fear and even chiding you for the silliest bimbotic thoughts right at your face.....

And what about love? I had always felt apprehensive about long-distance relationship or relationship with another nationality.

But I guess I do need to re-evaluate my stand now, considering how many of the people I've met recently are locals. Or that maybe the princess is just no longer getting any younger and so cannot afford to choose... :)

Whatever the reasons....... I believe there is always a glimmer of hope in this new development.... I am truly happy for friends who had fulfilled their overseas dreams and greatly appreciate having new friends from all across the world showing me the vastness of human kindness and care.


And of course, I AM MOST excited about all the different variety of hunks the world has to offer to me :)


But whatever the changes, we should always cherish and make good of what is thrown at our face.... .... Like a true-blue princess, I will never forget my beautiful friends out there somewhere (with or without a change in sex).

And right here at home, i will do my duty to be the most beautiful princess ambassador that people around the world will ever know.....


World Peace to all.....

Model Model

The perks of a model are always something to desire about. It doesn't matter if people think you are an airhead or something. The fact is, in this shallow world that we are living in, looking good means everything. I should know. I mean, even in a corporate world, when all talents fail, a model can always assume an honorary role for the company. Of course, if he is a looker and has the talents, he is the CEO incumbent.

Sometimes, you really cant help but to hate these models.

It wasn't until recently when a (male) model came my way and made me realised what joyful and sweet people models really are and why models deserved the perks showered upon them.

This guy is a real sweetie. Why?
1)He is such an eye-candy. but of course.
2)He is so unassuming of his looks.
3)He has the insecurities and doubts like any other average man on the streets.
4)He does have a sense of humor that translates into a meaningful and wonderful conversation.


Lastly and most importantly, even when all his talents fail, he will always be capable of acting as a window of opportunities to those hard-to-get-in pubs, free drinks and an honorary role to glamorize the entire group.


With models like him, who wants to be the average man on the streets... ...


But then again, on the flip side of the modeling scene, we have those minor-celebrity wannabes who think they are models.

Just because they paid some modeling agency to do up their portfolio and went for some auditions, or won some teenage/school/low-class "modeling" award once upon a time do not qualify them as models. And they are the ones who behave like diva supermodels,giving the real ones a bad name.

Such irony!


So to all model-wannabes, please be kind and not tarnish the image of a REAL model.


Lotsa Luv,
The real princess