Friday, November 12, 2004
Obssession
So, they said that s'pore is a shrinking population right? At which the numbskull government decided in taking action against it and imposed a law on the women, telling them " No, ladies, the medical profession is not for you. You be a good girl and go get hitched and stay at home and cook some lovely chicken chops and knit sweaters and make beautiful babies for your hubby alrighty? And don't ask why you were given a uterus and a vagina."
Well..that's besides the point. The cause for this dilemma is not simply because some nubile young successful women mysteriously lost their libido and decided to boycott sex. No. No way. S'porean girls? Never. The fact that s'pore is shrinking faster than an ill-knitted sweater made by your Stepford wife going on spins in the dryer is..... have you turned on the television lately?
So there i was, bored out of my insignificant mind, trying to get a good boost from the TV when i had the sudden compulsion to count the amount of slimming commercials aired in a 5-minute commercial time slot. It got to me that i was seeing more people talking about how small they want their asses to be than the bigger better toyota they should be driving so i decided to keep track.
3 in a 5-minute commercial break. 3! freaking commercials showing how previously plump-ish girls suddenly 'saw the light' and screwed the money factor and got sucked and groped and drilled till they are a size 0. "And so, my husband was like, daymn, i'm the luckiest guy in the world!" And i was like, damn, woman, you married the wrong guy! Amazing how they brainwash people here, on a 10pm family hour TV sitcom slot, reiterating to young naive 10-year-olds "listen up baby, you aint got no honey if you aint got the body". I mean, what the ****? It's times like these when i realise that m'sia has more sense and sensibility in their implementations and actions, where people are given the FREEDOM to THINK and EVALUATE and be DEMOCRATIC in their thoughts, unlike some, erm, places.
Well, that was one instance of the extremity you find yourself in right in the lion city. On the other end of the spectrum, they i was, stumbling back from FS at 4am in the morning, after charmaine and sarah had a sudden urge for burgers and i decided WTH, i needed to get out of my room anyway. So there we were, having supper at 3am in the morning, happily chatting away, oblivious to the fact that our arteries were clotting with each bite of the oil-drenched Ramly-esque burger and each sip of condensed milk ladened iced milo. Oh man, we're so going to hell.
