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In the presence of beauty

Clairity — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 01:33:25 +0000

So there we were, the girls and I, waiting for our lunch to be served when who should strut in with a wisp of a 10-year-old girl but the beauty queen herself? I say strut, not walk because that’s simply the grace with which beauty queens stride. They don’t walk, like us minions. They strut. Head held high, shoulders back, tummy in and they make sure everyone in the room is watching them.

She was my classmate from the day we first tripped into school, bags heavier than us. Unlike me, she’s come a lo-oong way from tripping. Apparently descended from a line of beauty queens, she has, since those early school days, been groomed to become one herself! I completely understand, of course. Beautiful genes are passed on like heirlooms. Some have ‘em, others don’t and there’s no use crying over it. We can’t all claim to be Samantha Bricks now, can we?

Yes, my old school friend became a beauty queen. I can’t really call her a friend though because I was far from being in her league and she never saw the need to befriend someone like me. So our paths ~~never~~ hardly ever crossed. All I know is that she is tall and lithe with long hair and a brain the size of a pea. But so what, when you have genes like hers!

Fast forward to the present and there she was, ordering sushi for herself and her ~~almost anorexic~~ daughter whom she’s grooming to be the next supermodel or beauty queen, no doubt. If you ask me, her daughter’s a tad too skinny for a growing child. But maybe there are sacrifices to be made if you want to make it in the world of beauty, I don’t know.

Sitting in the same room as Beauty herself, it struck me that true beauties are often oblivious to their own good looks and seldom see the need to be validated by the world at large. That’s my theory anyhow. I’m not in awe of beauty, are you? We shouldn’t be, simply because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. And to put it (loosely) in the words of our guy Shakespeare, some were born beautiful, some had a little help, and if all else fails, there’s always Botox, Spanx and Photoshop. Just sayin’.

making money, the octoway

clairity — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 07:06:00 +0000

OMG, the Octomom has gotten her kids a reality TV show deal that’s going to make them a cool quarter million bucks in the next 3 years. Well, believe it or not, I knew that was coming. There’s no way the woman can afford to raise 14 kids without a proper job.

(Was going to post her picture but nope, no free publicity from moi).

If you were her, what would you do?

the world’s biggest crapping family

clairity — Tue, 06 May 2008 06:18:13 +0000

I met a mother yesterday at Skye’s school who is perhaps the biggest chatterbox I’ve ever met in my life. The woman just would not stop talking. It’s not like I know this woman, okay? I’ve never met her in my life. Her kids have just transferred over from another school. That’s it.

But apparently it was just my luck that I happened to be standing beside her as we waited for the school bell to ring. The next thing I knew, she was blabbering away like there’s no tomorrow. I kept looking at my watch. She kept on blabbing!! It’s inconceivable that she does not know she’s being a pest. I think she just didn’t care.

It’s not like she had anything interesting or constructive to say. She’s just so full of crap. And I think she might even be quite proud of herself for being so full of IT! Hahaha, poor woman. According to Skye, her two kids are also notorious for blabbering crap non-stop. You reckon they’ve taken after their mom?

people you don’t want to see

clairity — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 13:26:30 +0000

When you see relatives you only see once a year, of course, there’s lots of catching up to do. Although many of us live in the same city, we’re all so busy with our own lives we hardly meet. Which is a good thing too sometimes.

Less gossip equals fewer problems. I think it’s the same in every family. Not everyone is necessarily excited about seeing each other, sometimes even once a year is too much.

Personally I don’t appreciate those adults who give kids ideas, suggesting things they shouldn’t be doing. I mean, it may all start out as a joke but there really are some topics that I feel are off limits (my limits, that is).

You would think that being parents themselves, these folks should know better. But they don’t and that’s what irks me. Jokes are meant to be funny. Theirs aren’t and I sometimes wonder if they’re made with malicious intent .