The oscar curse?!?!

Have you heard of the Oscar Curse?

This really goes to show that it isn't just an Asian problem.
A newspaper ran a feature about the Oscar Curse - contemplating whether Reese Witherspoon's marriage will fall into crumbles after she's won Best Actress Awards. The curse of the Best Actress Oscars has a track record - almost all of the women who's won it would susequently have problems with their marriage/relationships, esp if their significant other is in show biz too. Halle Berry, Julia Roberts, Gwyneth Paltrow - just to name a few.

Why oh why does it seem that men, irregardless of culture and geography and the number (years) of civilisations their society has seen- seem to have this inferiority complex? If you love a beautiful, strong, smart and successful woman, and she loves you, leave it at that.

Hollywood is in many ways, a magnifying glass on normal everyday people. A lot of my friends are beautiful, smart and successful - and yet, have a lot of relationship problems because they earn more, drive bigger cars and are really good at what they do. Why are women punished so often punished for being wonderful?

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I actually wrote a long rant and decided to delete it off, for one simple fact. There can be no one general rule to apply. We've just got to be ourselves and love ourselves the way we are, let people love us the way we are, and not what we want them to love. We've got to love people the way they are, and love the way things are.

We've got to see beyond gender.

Women have got to stop, listen and think more before we act. And the men... Sigh... the men have got to tell us what they think, instead of brewing a whole scenario and come up with a conclusion all by themselves!! If I had a machine that enables me to decipher what men think, I'll own the world.

Seriously, my female and (especially) my male friends, if we don't get our act together, someday all the women will turn lesbians.

Coffeeholic

I have managed to survive the last two extremely hectic weeks at work by averaging on about 4 cups of coffee a day. The effects are starting to show on the expanding midsection of my body and darker-by-the-day circles around my eyes.

I decided to do some damage control.

I contemplated taking the sugar and cream out of the coffee- but that would be equivalent to not drinking at all. Coffee isn't just about the caffeine. Coffee is about the 3 minutes of guaranteed bliss and disassociation from all the shit that is happening around you. Thus, coffee must come with sugar and cream.

So then, I decided to take only one cup of coffee a day. A big and strong cup of coffee to kickstart the day. And then, tea as the in-between stimulant. (Tea, i can drink without sugar and cream).

I've been cranky all day.

I've got the Latin Fever

I started Salsa lessons about a month ago.

In the movies, the salsa dance teachers are normally male, brown and sweaty, with bulging muscles and large hands. They wear tight white shirts that cling to their granite hard bodies and grind their hips againsts yours. Latin dancing provokes all your senses, that's why people bite roses (doing the tango) or bite their male partner's shoulders.

Now. In reality, the salsa dance teacher is male- yes, brown- yes, sweaty-yes. However, he is small and scrawny and cracks jokes that are not funny. No bulging muscles, not large hands, not white shirt and granite hard bodies.

No biting whatsoever.

Work! Work! Work!`

I went back to Malacca for Cheng Meng with my dad over the weekend. Cheng Meng is a festival for all the chinese ancestors - its kind of like the big day out, where we visit their tombs and make offerings and clean up the area. It's a big party.

SO i left Malacca at 4am yesterday morning and drove straight to work. I stayed at the office to work until 10pm. That's 18 hours altogether.

For 18 hours yesterday, I had to have my bra on.
That's a record, I think.