Happy 三八节 everyone! (i.e. Happy International Women’s Day). I think it’s hilarious the way this event is termed in Mandarin - 三八 is supposed to mean 8th of March but it so happens that 三八 also means ‘bitch’ in Mandarin. Chinese sure are sneaky.
To all females out there, please don’t make a big deal out of this day. You don’t need a single day of the year to be re-affirmed of your own capability, looks, and most importantly, worth! Every single day that you wake up, breathing and alive, you are special, and deserve to be treated, and to treat yourself as you would a piece of truffle: treasured, carefully and with respect. Screw the people who tell you what you should look like or dress like in order to fulfil the imposed role society has crafted for you (attract a man, bear his children, clean his floors). To heck with the men who tell you ‘oh you’re pretty pretty, because your skin is pretty fair and your hair is rather nice’ – if you want to be tanned, or have unkempt hair, or without make up; go right ahead and do it. In fact, you don’t have to go all out being the exact opposite of what people expect you to just to make a pointed statement against sexual prejudice!
Just be who you are and what you feel comfortable being. If you like to clean and cook, go right ahead, not because you’re simply ‘being a female’, but because you truly enjoy it. Just do what that makes your heart sing a little more with each breath you take. Remember that what matters most is that you learn to make sure that you treat yourself, and are treated with all the respect that is due to you as a human being. Treat others with respect as well because even though you don’t see it now, respect will beget respect. You are a true piece of art and even if the mirror does not seem to agree with that most of the time, remember: You are what you make of yourself.
Vagina preaching aside, age really is catching up with me. Simply bent over the cajon for less than an hour during music practice today and when I stood up, I felt exactly like one of those women on those Anlene advertisements with the whites in their bones sapping away. My back literally cracked 3 times after I stood up and I had to wobble my way to the toilet.
Maybe it’s because of the book I’m reading (The 100 year old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared). It’s a nifty little book because despite being written in a 3rd person narrative, it has managed to keep me glued (and laughing) for about 130 pages so far. It’s hard, trying to develop and put life into characters with such a distanced narrative.
Speaking of distance, had such a foolish time this morning trekking all around instead of towards One-North residences today whilst trying to locate Jimmy Monkey cafe. This time round I’m pretty certain I read google maps accurately, except that google maps was inaccurate therefore rendering my accurate efforts inaccurate eventually. Found it after much asking around though, my yell of ‘BLESS THE LORD’ very embarrassingly being overheard by the gardener. The cafe has a pretty raw and quirky interior, coffee (surprisingly) being pretty good as well! It goes rather well with milk without succumbing entirely to the milk (leaving a rather weak coffee flavour), finishing in a nice and rather balanced cuppa (that tempted me to order seconds). For those who prefer a smoother or easier sipping experience though, you may want to head over to The Plain or maybe even Sarnies – their coffee tend towards the milkier side and so might make for an ‘easier’ drinking experience. I prefer my coffee, like all my food, strong and bold so meanwhile I’ll stick to Toby’s. P.s Jimmy Monkey’s french toast isn’t all that great as google made it out to be. I think your mum could do a better job.
Madeleines go well with coffee, and so I made some orange-lavender ones. Which my family proceeded to gobble up which, I’m taking as a positive sign…? Will make more tomorrow and see how they go. I’ve never seen my family so enthusiastic about anything I’ve made so this is a pretty new (and very suspicious) experience. I’d like to have a real proper Madeleine mould though! Tried looking for them in Daiso but as all Daiso trips go, (I’m sure you can commiserate with me on this one) you end up with e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g except the one thing you were supposed to get. Not just because they were out of Madeleine moulds, but because despite telling myself to stay focused and chanting ‘Madeleine mould Madeleine mould Madeleine mould’ as I took a deep breath before entering the store, my will power to seek out only a Madeleine mould lasted all but 5 seconds. 20 metres into the shop and I’d already wandered into a completely irrelevant isle. Yes, I ended up with rather irrelevant items as well. So meanwhile, I’m making my Madeleines in tiny little chocolate moulds. And giant cupcake moulds too.
I think the reason why I like Madeleines is because they resemble (Disney) mermaid bras. I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid. Maybe if I eat enough Madeleines I’ll become one?
Have a great weekend everyone! P.s if you’re bored, why not start designing or doodling on your N95 mask? It’ll be great to stand out from the sea of monotonous face masks once the haze starts to hit real bad. A megawatt-smile one would be cheery