It took me long enough but I finally hopped onto to Grammys 2010 youtube bandwagon and the first thing I searched for was Gaga’s renowned performance with Sir Elton John. I’m so glad I did, because this was beyond words. It was brilliant, if I could sum it up in a sentence!
Today has been an extremely busy day. First things first, I submitted my online application for a part time masters in communication at NTU. I’m finally going to do this, after over two years in the industry. Fingers crossed on being accepted! Secondly, we started up The Love Youth Project today. I’m sure I’m biting off more than I can chew what with my full time job, my upcoming masters and now this, but bring it on I say. I am also looking forward to apprenticing in one of Singapore’s hotel kitchens. I won’t reveal which one right now, but stay tuned! Here’s to making life (and work) more meaningful.
My friends were too young for Simply Her and now they’re too old for Seventeen. I think I’ll just use lizards for my shoots. They never look too old or too young.
Her World, February 2010 issue:
There’s a sealed section depicting stories of men who cheat on their wives - some blatantly on their honeymoon with a prostitute (in the same bed), others on webcam with women when their wives are out. Regardless, I can’t believe these things happen! For those who don’t know, I prefer to live in my own fairytale world, where my prince is Indian and lunch (rice and yoghurt) is hand-fed to me. So far I’ve achieved the first (I’ll keep everyone posted on the second fairytale ideal).
It’s ironic that I should read this article today. Last night, whilst eating with G (because it’s such appropriate dinner conversation), he started telling me stories of his colleagues who choose to go for massages with “special services” after work instead of returning home to their wives and children. He’s even been asked along few years ago (while he was dating his ex) until he declined several times and they learnt that he didn’t want to be their cheating buddy.
Which brings me to the scariest part. I could be one of those women. The ones who have zero clue what their husbands are doing outside.
On a side note, I’m pretty sure my mother will make any cheating husband of mine pay. And when I say ‘pay’, I say it with a conversation I had with her in mind. It goes like this:
Mum: Alisa, if you ever get married and your husband cheats on you, you come straight to me. We’ll take him to the cleaners. We’ll go to court and take everything he’s worth. I’ll make sure he won’t have anything left.
Me: (wide-eyed, 12, and breathless from listening to her passionate speech) Okay.
Anyway, back to our point. Am I the only one freaking out about the cheating spiral of men these days?!
