Everything Else

Should she die?

Oddly enough, I have never been a detractor of euthanasia. I feel nothing but sympathy for those who are in pain and wish not to prolong their existence on earth. True, one may question their right to snuff out their lives themselves, especially in the religious context. But then again, who are we to judge their pain and suffering? How do we know that they have not fought their way to where they were before their deaths? Can we look down on them for not cherishing life? Does cherishing life actually mean living?

The very basis of euthanasia lies in free will. I choose to end my life, therefore I will. But Terri Schiavo, the woman at the epicentre of a controversy in USA, has no such will. She has lain in a coma for the past 14 years, having suffered from brain damage. She is not brain dead, nor is she hooked up to any life-support systems. The only tube that goes into her body is one that feeds her with all the nutrients that she needs. And therein lies the problem.

Her husband has requested, and granted, for her nutrients tube to be removed, which will lead to her eventual death in about two weeks. He believes that she would not have wanted to live this way, forever tied to a tube that feeds her. He thinks that she would rather die.

In the other corner, her parents are fighting him, arguing that she is not brain-dead and is still responding to their words. They want her to live, they think she should live. They opine that she still has emotions and can feel pain, and that removing the tube would cause her dehydration suffering that would have befallen a normal person.

The dispute has been discussed in court roooms, politicians’ statements, the White House even. But are these the right parties to decide what to do with this woman’s life?

If I were ever in her shoes, I would hope that someone in my family would have enough knowledge and understanding of me to decide if I were to go or stay. They would have known how much I cherish life, how hateful I am of being a burden to someone, how much of a fighter I would like to be, how much dignity I would like in my death. They would have done what’s right, unfettered by their own wishes and other hindering factors such as money and selfishness.

But of course, that is an ideal situation. Poor Terri does not have the luxury of a family deciding for her because her own family has been torn apart. And as the details get murkier and murkier (husband already has a family with his girlfriend, parents are hankering for a slice of the settlement pie the husband received), it becomes harder and harder to judge who has the most unselfish reason.

Update: Terri Schiavo has died.

Silly things, The organised chaos

Random sexy(blogger) thoughts

I am such a fraudster.
This morning, I went for an interview with an imaging tools company and the regional sales manager shot me this question: “What is the hot topic within the industry now?”
My mind went into a blank and and I stared at him. Thankfully, he was oblivious to my uninformed silence and proceeded, “Is it security or storage or…?” Ahh. Security, the one thing that I actually know something about. I prattled on about mobile employees and spyware and the like and he looked suitably impressed.

Okay, the blankness could also be due to the fact that I was stoned out from my trip to KL on Monday (and back Tuesday, I might add). I barely slept a wink on Monday night and had to get up at 6.30am (PR people should always schedule their events from 10.30am onwards, damnit) to prepare for the event.

KL was hot, dusty and hazy. If you think that the haze in Singapore is disgusting, then KL was a gazillion times worse. While on the highway heading away from the airport, the sides of the roads whizzed by me in a grey blur. I saw some cows grazing on the fields next to the highway and was wondering if they would, like, die of excessive carbon dioxide inhalation or something.

I reached the hotel (which had a kickass view of the Petronas Towers and a gigantic comfy room) at 6pm and with no time to lose, took the monorail down to the Bukit Bintang area to do some serious damage to my bank account. There is something strangely empowering about travelling on my own, it made me feel self-important and grown-up. But all that vanished when it started pouring the second the train left the station. I had to go into FOS (Factory Outlet Store) to buy an umbrella. But by the time I had finished ransacking through the racks, trying out a mountain of stuff and purchasing a smaller mountain of stuff from FOS, the rain had stopped. Nevermind, at least I had the chance to stock up on Abercrombie & Fitch. I bought a tiny denim A&F mini-skirt which is almost indecent but not as indecent as another Hollister skirt that I had tried. That one was barely 15cm in length, you could practically see your bare arse if you just lean slightly forward, which is probably every hum-sup ah pek’s wet dream.

So that was KL.

Now that I am back home, I still find my mind a blank. Think it is due to the fact that I am still stoned out from my trip to KL. Like Abby, I can’t seem to find anything interesting to write about. Oh wait, there’s the widespread and phenomenal sexyblogger campaign, which the boyfriend had apparently participated in. But methinks nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can out-tongue the original herself. But if you think you have a sexy tongue, go take a photo of you doing the tongue thang and post it up on flickr. Me? I say, been there, done that. Heh heh.

The not-so-sexyblogger tongue thing
Doing…err…did the tongue thing a lot last year. Don’t ask me why, it just popped out.

Everything Else

Men must wear their wedding rings

Was at a business lunch with my editorial team and some PR associates when we started talking about weddings. As three out of the total seven present were married, it wasn’t too difficult to talk about marriages and such. Seeing that P, the companion next to me was not wearing her wedding ring, I casually asked why. She explained that she had a habit of playing with her ring (like me) and had a tendency to take it out for no rhyme or reason (like me). Hence, she decided not to wear her ring at all, in case she lost it.

“But men must wear their wedding rings,” my editor quipped suddenly. P nodded her head in agreement, and said, “Yes, I told my husband that since I am always talking about my family, my son, it makes no difference if I am wearing a ring or not. But it’s different for men.”

The implication is that men, without their rings, could easily be mistaken as single men, which makes them prime cuts of meat. It also indicates that women are more open to talking about their husbands and children, as opposed to men. It got me wondering if it’s just a stereotype that married men act as if they are single, and if it means that women typically are more insecure than men.

Maybe it’s just that (Singaporean) men are not as used to being vocal about their emotions and feelings. Anecdotally, I seldom read entries written by male bloggers that are of their relationships and families. Pop over to a woman’s site and the references are all over. But that’s just an anecdotal, unqualified hypothesis.

But outside of the blogosphere, there are men who are just not terribly adept at expressing themselves, which makes me question why. Is it an Asian thing, the way we were brought up?

Why, then, are women so uptight about their men showcasing their marital status? Is it a standards thing? Like if I can tell the world that I have a boyfriend/husband, then my boyfriend/husband should be able to do the same too. But given that most men lack the vocal dexterity to do that, a ring as a signifier is the next best thing then.

As for me, I like men who have simple wedding bands around their fourth finger. It’s superficial but the message it sends out to me is, I love my wife and I like carrying a symbol of our marriage with me always. And that, to me, is sexy.

Arts & Entertainment


“If you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking.”

And in some ways, I think that’s true.
Because for love at first sight, the instant reaction that you get is that of physical attraction and the frisson that accompanies desire. Are you attracted to the individual, or to the emotional high that you get with such immediate reaction? When that feeling fades away, when the excitement dies, would you be willing to settle for something more mundane?

Musings aside, I caught the movie last Friday and read on if you don’t mind spoilers.

Closer movie poster

Continue reading “Closer”

Geek Girl, Silly things

I have a white iPod mini

Yesterday, I found myself bundled up in a cab together with my two cousins (let’s call them Cousin A and B) and my older sister. Cousin B was contemplating buying an iPod and being iPod users, my sister and I were answering the queries that she had. Cousin A, although holding a very senior position in a global bank, was not really a techie and merely sat in the front seat listening on in our conversation.

Us: “iPod blah blah blah blah”
After a good 15 minutes of conversation, Cousin A suddenly said, “I have an iPod mini at home.”
(stunned silence)
Cousin B: “You let us talk for 15 minutes and all along you had one? You don’t use it right, why don’t you just give it to me?”
Cousin A: “Oh I got it free.”
Us: “What?!”
Cousin A: “Yeah, got it when I signed up for some insurance policy online. My (eight-year-old) son is playing with it now. He dances to it at home.”
(stunned silence)
Cousin B: “Can I exchange my AM/FM radio for the iPod mini? He can still sing and dance along to it.”

Later, we walked down to the Applecentre at Wheelock Place because Cousin B was heeding the siren calls of the iPod. At the underpass leading from Shaw House, we caught sight of the giant iPod poster. The three of us went up to the poster and began ooh-ing and ahh-ing over it, as if real iPods were housed in the glass enclosure.

Me: “Oh look at the pink iPod mini, it’s so cute.”
Cousin B: “Think I will want to get the iPod Photo.”
Us: “iPod blah blah blah blah blah”
Cousin A: (suddenly) “I have a white iPod mini.”
(stunned silence)
Me: “There is no white iPod mini.”
Cousin A: “Oh, but mine is a white one.”
Me: (pointing to the poster) “See, they only have green, pink, blue and silver. No white. White is iPod, not mini.”
Cousin A: (points to the iPod) “Yeah, that’s mine!”
(stunned silence)
Cousin B: “Your eight-year-old son is dancing at home to a 20GB device??”
Cousin A: “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen it around for a while. Wonder what he did with it.”
Me: (to Cousin B) “Maybe you should just buy a cheaper iPod mini and exchange it for the iPod with him.”
Cousin B: “No, I’ll just exchange for it with my tattered FM/AM radio.”

Little Miss Shopaholic

The Box

Little Miss Shopaholic is determined to bring to all of you the newest and coolest (read: cheapest) shopping greats despite the fact that she is on shopping-diet. What to do, need to save money for holiday.

Today, she has discovered a brand new, err, brand located right within Isetan at Shaw House!
It’s called The Box and the moment she caught sight of it from the escalator, she decided that it was a “must see”. And boy, was she right!

The Box Ensemble features clothes that are uniquely different from what the rest of the Isetan brands are selling. The clothes are designed in such a way that unexpected items pop out everywhere. A pretty, feminine top could be made edgy with unfinished seams and deconstructed items are not rare on the rack.

Some items that made LMS’ heart palpitate include:
1) Wife beaters in various colours embellished with flowers and lace – a mix of boyish casual and vintage
2) Cutesy short-sleeved boleros in noxious green and yellow
3) Shrugs in various colours such as green, red and yellow

Spring/Summer has hit us and LMS says, “Bright colours is the way to go!”

The best thing about The Box is that prices are not terribly expensive!
As LMS is a poorly-paid writer, cost-cutting is thus of utmost importance to her. For example, the above-mentioned wife beater costs only $25.90 and the shrugs, $33.90.
If only LMS is not so poorly-paid, she would have hauled the entire rack to the changing room and tried on each and every single item.

Plus: Cheap, funky items at affordable prices
Minus: You get what you pay for – materials are alright but not rapturously great