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.