Trembles...

Its been raining non-stop since god knows when. I feel like i am about to freeze everytime i step into a 'cold storage'.

I really like the rain alot actually. I have always dreamt of dancing in the rain and sleeping under the stars. OK, i know this sounds very dramatised, like in a typical Tamil movie.

But it doesn't really help when the air condition in Public transport, like the buses feel like an igloo too. Its raining madness and people freezing hopeless, but the somewhat sadist bus drivers refuse to have a conscience and increase the air conditioner's temperature.

All i ever dream all daylong in these wet days, is how nice it would be to snuggle in my comfortable bed under the warm comforter and drift into dreamland, only to be awaken for hot chocolate.


The rain- my best friend and my enemy.

Annoyance

Yeah, Annoyed! I'm feeling it smoking through my ears and nose. Certain species which can only perceive and manifest the virile breed caused it!

Annoying it may be, but it doesn't matter in actual fact.
What amazes me is that how gender( female) oblivious some people can get, even when they belong to the same gender.

Attention only comes from the opposite sex i guess. What a pity!

P.S. The use of the figurative words in the 1st paragraph, 2nd line is deliberate.

Saturday night fever in orchard

After a gruelling walk in the super humid Bugis street, with the people packed like sardines( some smelling like one too) inching their way, i thought arriving in orchard would be a relief. I was wrong, once again. As soon as i came out of orchard Mrt station, i realized loads of people were walking everywhere. i found an empty seat outside waiting for my cousins and began doing what i do best-people watch.

There were numerous groups of mats and minahs, dressed up with their so called retro attires, prancing around everywhere. Mats with their black leather jackets and cowboy shoes and minahs with their tubes as micro mini skirts. How about a size smaller? that was meant to be sarcastic. by the way.

I saw a couple of gals with jeans and boots, sounds chic right?, but the boots were worn over the jeans, not under them. Trying to pull off a Jessica Simpson stunt with incorrectly worn boots is sure not gonna get any guy taking a second glance.Just where do they get their sense of style?

Another group consisted of the ones with unflattering cotton floral printed baby doll dresses with sleeves up to your elbows worn with jeans. I know the 60's and 70's floral printed dresses are making a comeback but when clad with jeans? For me, these ridiculous looking dresses are totally off, i don't think anyone, for that matter can pull it off, unless, of course if you are Paris Hilton or somebody, where the only thing that accentuate her celebriti-ness is her rarely relatively good dressing.

After observing a few more, i realized many with the infamous leggings, which seems so 'in' now. Sadly many wore them with skirts. Yes! , and i am not talking about any 12 year old trying to look older.

Ladies and their sense of fashion really gets me amused sometimes. Dressed in something which is 'in' now wont get you the head to toe looks in awe, you are looking for. Coordinating your whole outfit with perfection will set you more in a trendy mode. How about looking at how the mannequins dress in certain labels, for starters?

What boredom makes you think of...

I unknowingly picked up the habit of 'frensterin' whenever i am bored. Its like never-ending beads of people attached to a long piece of chain. . Friendster, in actual fact helps update me on my friends whom I am not close to anymore. Its nice to see and know how people have changed and moved on from the last time i ever heard about them.

But what really amuses me is not the relatively nice pictures but the captions that go with it and even the animated testimonials with the so-called flowery language that comes with it. I couldn't help but think to myself that even 'Vogue' wouldn't have come up with such captions for their articulate pictures. Ha ha! Well, another thing would be the use of certain words these people would have used to try to imply certain perfect traits about themselves. I cant remember most of them, but the common ones which i can think of now is ' narcissist'.

Well, i guess it is to imply that they are egoistic because of their good looks or something. I don't think that its something to be proud of as from what i know, it refers to an introvert who is like a weirdo. Ha ha, no where does it state anything about looks in the thesaurus.


These people really need to use the language accordingly but they just use it because it sounds like a a bombastic word that relates to good looks. The pictures that bear these kinda captions speak a million words too- anything but' picture perfect' in their lingo.Ha ha OK, that was majorly biased, but i couldn't help it.

I really shouldn't be the one criticising or belittling these people cause i am no Shakespeare myself, but its hard not to notice and not find it peculiar. Anyway, no need for profound English, its just friendster we're talking about, not even Marie Claire or something.

Happy Children's Day!!!

I surely am no longer a kid anymore. But i kinda felt that this day would be one of reminiscent, as soon as i got up to read my, 'Happy children's day" sms. It got me reminded of my younger wilful( still am) days as a kid.

I was ever so enchanted with toys. I used to not miss any single 'Toys R Us' catalogue every December. I actually used to save up for a particular toy i wanted, only to be paid by my dad at the cashier. There were times when i used to cry every time my mum refused to buy me a toy, but the attraction for the earlier toy would soon be changed as soon as i set my eyes on another toy. I still remember the Play dough I received for my 7Th birthday,(which i was only allowed to play with in the balcony on Saturdays), Polly Pockets which were ranging from various colours and sizes( i still have them now), the cup-cake dolls, the kitchen sets, the toy cash register( which i never got) and many more.

Apart from the toys, the times when the mischievous me would get hurt practically every week from falling, due to 'Police and Thieves" sure gives me a nostalgic feeling, with which i think of fondly, though, some of the scars are still apparent. Playing with my friends and cousins, meant so much to me that i didnt mind the scars or the pain as i would really look forward to those times.

I also remember the cartoons which made up the major part of my childhood, which i miss even till now. My favourite was Casper, the friendly ghost. I liked TMNT, Looney Tunes, Popeye the sailor man,The Chipmunks, Duck Tales etc. Every Saturday morning, i would wake up feeling excited to watch the cartoons. I was very intrigued and fascinated with them.

Well, looking back, i am glad to think that i had a memorable childhood indeed, despite the times when it was nearly held captive( due to school, never-ending homework etc). I guess this is what they mean by Light years, as you can never get it back again.

Tiara Girls

I love watching beauty pageants ever since i was young and i always wondered one thing. Were the girls assessed by their looks or by their brains? and which is more important?. Most of the girls in Miss World and Miss Universe are gorgeous and their answers for the Q and A are always reasonably good too. However to what extent do you think beauty should be assessed?

Many say beauty is skin deep and what matters more is the heart. True, but why then are pageants becoming increasingly popular amongst everyone? I think, its because we too have become obsessed with good looks, with the media majorly influencing us.

Taking pains to look good is on the different track from feeling good. Going under the knife to look good for instance, is for making yourself feel better, like consoling yourself due to your inferiority complex, while treating yourself to feel good, gives you the self confidence that every woman needs, even if it means applying a little more make-up than you actually need. Watching the local pageants, made me ponder as to why some girls joined. Did they join because the think they look good or because they feel good about themselves? Mind you feeling good about yourself could also be due to some compliments, false ones sometimes, someone would have said to them, like boyfriends who are obliged to do so. OK, that's about the looks factor.

Lets move on to the Q and A segment. Some the girls in the pageant i saw, gave answers which did not even make sense. I think they didn't understand the question or maybe they were nervous. They fail to realize that joining the pageant is to not about showing off your 'looks', but to represent a confident, vibrant young woman, who is also beautiful, of course. Many lacked these qualities. Some appeared to me as the success stories of ugly ducklings, not ugly literally though. This was probably because most were amateurs.

Well, i am not against these pageants, but however, i think there should be a specific calibre of ladies taking part, to at least meet the benchmark of the professional ones who have taken part before. However, i appreciate the fortitude that these girls possess to join these pageants. Believing in yourself is probably the best outcome from these pageants, not unless another swan- wannabe decides to steal your answer in Q and A and eventually wins.

Obligation Or Oblation

I was walking past Compass Point two days ago, when i was approached by a youth holding a donation tin which was about about the 'Yellow Ribbon' project. As far as i know, this campaign is mainly for ex-convicts. It is mainly about giving them a new lease of life by helping them find jobs. This will help them get in line with their normal lifestyle, which they once had.

I took out my wallet to dig out a couple of coins, to donate about $2. As soon a i took out my wallet from my bag, the youth said, " its just $10, would you like to donate?". I was shocked. Since when we could only donate a certain amount? Well, its been around for a few years i guess, after recalling many similar incidents.

Donation would mean to give what we can to the underprivileged. It is something which is done voluntarily, which would also mean that the amount we donate should be voluntary too, its up to us to decide what we can afford to donate. Indirectly compelling us to contribute a certain amount defeats the purpose of the whole notation of donations.

We can only endow what we can. A teenager once told me to donate for the less fortunate teenagers. He told me, " they are students like us, so please donate $10." Yes , i am a student, and as a student i get a measly allowance which i choose not to mention. I really want to donate, i told him, however i can only part with about $2. He just laughed and said, " I'm sure you have more money". I reminded him that I'm a student, told him that i want to donate and can only contribute this much, so take it or leave it.

I strongly think that donations should be done out of goodwill. We shouldn't be scouted for, by these 'volunteers'. This, in turn becomes touting, which is actually illegal. I would personally donate directly to these organizations if i want to and i would only donate what i can.

Eau de Pungent

I was nearly doing a walk-a-jog, this afternoon, not because i was late but because i wanted to scramble from the heat and get indoors asap. It was scorching hot and i was going to catch a movie. I hopped into the train as soon as it came. There were many school students among the daily afternoon 'crowd'.
A lady in pink scurried to the seat beside me as though she was paranoid that i was going to occupy the seat beside mine too. After a few seconds, i realized that an empowering odor came from her. Yes, it was the infamous, B.O.( body odour). I glanced to my side and saw a few drops on sweat on her neck, and whats worse, her hair had a bad stench too. When she turned to look at me, i raised my eyes, rubbed my nose and looked away. That was supposed to send the 'you stink and it irks me!' signal.
The students in uniform too had a considerable wave of B.O spreading all over. Whats more, after i alighted from the train, another lady in front of me in the escalator, gave me another pungent hazard. I suddenly realized that this is actually a common sight or smell i should say, in our everyday journeys in public transport.
Its ironical that some people would out rightly close their nostrils when seated beside a person of a different colour, but in true fact, it is them who bear the excruciating odour. Its even crystal clear at times that these people don't shower in the morning, looking disarrayed , not forgetting the stinky yawns you get when u sit beside them.
A bold taxi driver once told me that, he hesitates to take Indians in a cab because they have this coconut smell on them. I thought that was a blatant racist remark and told him off. I told him that Indians smell like that due to the products they use, not due to their personal hygiene or the food they eat, like you people. I lodged a complain to the taxi company and received an apology. Yeah, that was all i got.
Well, its still apparent that toilet rolls don't ever meliorate.

Emotions VS Rationality

Whenever we need to make a decision, it comes down to whether we are using our heads or our hearts to make a decision. At times though we are given the benefit to use both. Decision -making is said to be a very crucial aspect in every one's lives. Many a time we are put in a compromising situation where there is no one single best solution. In times like this, are rational or radical decisions preferred? Not to forget about our emotions which can highly influence our decisions.

As what a love poet might preach, using your heart to make a decision is usually more applicable to matters of the heart. However is our rationality pushed to the backseat in this decision-making? Using our emotions to make a decision is these matters are much favoured by many of us as it saves the trouble of heartaches. These decisions may not always be the rational decisions though. I think that in years to come, these heart induced decisions may not be liable anymore, but we would choose not to acknowledge it as this what we would want to believe in. This may be applicable to other decision-making too.

For example, we see a nice pair of shoes which we adore, but the price is sky-rocketing and so is beyond our budget, what do you do?.

1. You cant stop thinking about it so you decide to buy it( heart-induced decisions)?
2. Or you realize that you need the cash for something that you need, not want and so decide to go against your temptation( rational decisions)?
   

Well, this dilemma sure is common among many of us, but i guess different people make different choices.

Using our emotions would make it seem easier to make up our minds, but making a reasoning decision would be more sensible. Sometimes, decisions making using our hearts may not have been made with a clear or sound state of mind and would probably lead to serious repercussions full of regret. This reminds me one of Jane Austen's novel ,' Sense And Sensibility'.

I think that making a decision according to the situation, using both our hearts and heads, but mainly the latter would be the ideal.However i don't think i practise what i preach sometimes, so lets see......

Ghosts Of The Past

My math teacher once told me," If you don't get your foundations right, they will come back to haunt you." I found that irritatingly true. In the years that followed, i realized that numerals were not the only thing that appeared from the past, people too.

Many of the people from my past have actually become a bleak memory or sometimes it would seem like it was probably a small fragment of my wildest imagination. I can safely say that i am not holding on to the past and why, its the best thing to do. Many problems occur because people still keep holding back or even become judgemental because of the other person's past. But what happens when, we are no longer holding to our past but instead holding on the other person's?

As what someone i know would say, "its all in the past". Absolutely true, but how game are we to actually put it behind us? Sometimes we find ourselves even finding our way to it, not that it just comes by our way. Why do we purposely want to get into the emotional mess?

Being highly opinionated towards the other person because of the past is in fact very selfish of us. I think that the true challenge of being in a non-judgemental relationship with anyone is to actually get over the past, the other person's.

Ghosts like apparitions do not stay for very long, it disappears as soon as we get our thoughts straight. Ah yes, the Goddess is not a big believer in ghosts.

Domestic Helpers- Help or Hinderance

More than often we see a domestic helper, or otherwise called a maid(in Singaporean terminology) attached to most households. These households usually comprise of young kids with hardworking parents led by the blind pursuit of earning money. In order to reap what you sow in this economical climate, both the spouses are put in the steamrollers to work to provide a luxurious lifestyle for the family.In Singapore, a luxurious lifestyle is considered as the ' cream de la cream' while the comfortable lifestyle concept has dropped to its second place, 'cream of the crop'.

Getting back to the issue, these domestic helpers are supposedly a great help to us. Why then do we hear of cases of ungrateful maids all the time? Is it because since they are humans, they have needs too, or because most of the time they happen to be young, so they are just exploring their options? They do not have to sell their souls to the employer, but sincerity and honesty is much expected, more than if they know how to sweep or wash.

By doing the household chores, they are indeed a great help to us, but what about when they get into trouble, or i should say give us trouble, when they commit murders, run away from the employers or secretly get pregnant and indulge in self inducing abortions. Have their moral ethics gone into hiding?

It is a common sight to see hundreds of maids flocking in Lucky Plaza on Sundays, in town with their Casanova-wannabe boyfriends. We usually are quick to brand these genre of maids as the' havoc ones'. However the ones i know who had indulged in brainless offenses like the ones mentioned above are NOT part of the Lucky Plaza genre. The 'havoc ones' just appear to be such and are just having fun, but sure do seem extremely bold though.

Every human being has the freedom to make a choice, even kids(especially the ones studying in PAP kindergarten) know this. My 4 year old cousin repeats the line,'freedom for life' every time there's any talk about National Day, since last Wednesday of course. So its up to these helpers to make a choice, even if it comes to having a boyfriend. Most of us have been or is with someone
special, but why does it sound wrong when it comes to maids? Is it because they should be thought of as being inferior to us? We are all people with raging hormones, regardless of where we are from, so why the double standards?

From another point of view, they are here solely to earn a living, not have fun. They are in fact, are protected more strongly by the Government than by their employers( especially the Filipinos). What more do they want? They tend to take advantage of the trust gained by their employers and cross the line. I am not totally ignoring the fact that there are cases whereby the employers ill-treat some maids, but in such cases the employers are severely dealt with. However, if the maids commit any offence, the employers bear half the brunt too by simply stating that the maids were the employers' responsibility anyway.

Well, i guess this debate could go on and on, and this is what the Goddess would call an hypothetical situation. I for one, do not have a maid and am happy about it( you are NOT my maid, mum!) I usually have a impartial relationship with all the maids i know, except for my cousin's childhood maid( Aunt Emily is the best!). I do not see the necessity to strike a conversation, and i actually feel uneasy around them( like when they want to wash your plates for you).

Revelling Goddess is an independent-urban female and don't see the need to be waited on, not if its from a certain someone though, haha.

Clothes- Sexless Cloth And Linen Without Flesh

I have decided to give this blog a headstart with what every woman loves best after diamonds, clothes. Clothes in this revolutionary era is not only considered as linen to help keep us warm and cover our utmost precicous jewels but also in helping most of us feel good about ourselves. Make-up is assumed to revitalise a woman's confidence but i think clothes aid in the process too. Our male counterparts too depend on clothes to make them feel good about themselves.

'Do we look good in that or does it look good on us?' was what i was musing about for a few weeks, ok truthfully, a long time ago. Lets say, for example, we spot a racer- back tee in turquoise which we think would look good in it but is discouraged from a special someone, because of its colour,whose words u take more seriously than a shrink's. However, you trust your own instincts and eventually get the tee only to realize that you look amazing in it, which the special someone agrees a thousand times over. What does this show?

I think clothes by itself are sexless cloth and linen without flesh. We ignite it to life by wearing it. We see runway models being stick thin catwalking for fashion giants like Gucci and Faragamo. Lets face it, do the clothes really look flattering on them?. The way we see it on them is the way we would see it on a coat hanger. Thus, we are looking at them with the same dilemma, 'would it look nice on me?'. Alternatively, we are also made to appreciate the fashion labels without any strings attached to them, admire them for what they are, not because they fit perfectly on someone. Alas,this is what i guess the fashionistas strive to aim.

The notion of clothes being unsensual without being worn by someone, was even adopted by Thomas Hardy, though in which book i would cease to mention. I think this notion from someone who lived in the romanticist period, which still makes people ponder about it even till now, is a magnificient writer indeed.

Clothes- a part of me, on me.