A Purple Piano

A Purple Piano

I was just watching Alicia Keys' Karma video, and I thought it'd be pretty cool to have a purple piano like hers in my future place. Crazy thought. I've always wanted my place to resemble the inside of a beach villa. Imagine how a garish purple instrument would look like amongst the wood! Then again, if I were to throw in jewel-toned cushions and curtains the colour of tropical sunsets, it wouldn't look that out of place. -ponders- Nah. I don't actually want a purple piano. Haha.

After slightly over two weeks of cramming, the last of my papers are finally over. I don't really feel a sense of liberation, just something along the lines of "what am I gonna do from now till SIP starts?"

My dad's been trying to psycho me to help sell wedding cert canisters over at ROM. Haha. No way. I'll prolly help out with my brother's exhibition stuff until it's time for me to go off to my beach vacation. :)
There'll be some stuff in between, like the upcoming chalet, the HTM d&d, as well as the HTMIG AGM chalet.
I guess I'm just not used to feeling so... free.

Aren't we humans masters of the art of contradiction? When the going gets tough and the workload gets heavy, we start whining about how much we need a break. Yet when the break finally comes, we feel empty. Come to think of it, it isn't fair for me to generalise humans. It's just me. Lol.

I remember reading somewhere in a magazine, quoting Alicia Keys, saying that she was aware Usher had a humongous crush on her. The magazine then said she was way self-absorbed.

It made me question the balance between self-absorbtion and self-deprecation. (Typical Libran thinking - the scales are working my mind, lol.)
I don't think it is possible to actually find that fine line of balance. Which then, is the better side to be on? To live with an ego overload, or with an inferiority complex?
Or maybe, as many of life's choices are, it is just a matter of the grass being greener on the other side.

Another thing that's been bugging me is our constant quest for perfection, both internal and external.
Many of my girlfriends and I (and I'm sure many other girls out there) are always griping about how fat we are, or how flabby our tummies are. Every single one of us has our flaws, most of which we can't live with, thus the complains.

Jason tells me it's the fault of magazines, of which he particularly dislikes Cleo. Propaganda he says.
"Whoever said thin is beautiful?"
He's kinda right, to a certain extent, but "fat ain't good" has probably been drilled into the minds of me and a gazillion girls out there.

This is an excellent example of a rojak of being self-absorbed and inferior. You can tell us girls off for being self-absorbed, focusing so much on our looks instead of many other issues like world famine or something; but at the same time, you can call us inferior.

It'd be kinda interesting though, to observe the change in behaviours should the (million-century-old) trend of fleshy women being beautiful resurface.

Now, don't go shaking your head, silently congratulating yourself for not being superficial, especially so if you are female. Haven't you had one of those "fat or ugly days", where your confidence threatens to fall below zero?

And if you are an extremely skinny lady who is actually envious of our flesh, welcome to the club -
we specialise in self-deprecating humour ("my thighs are like tree trunks" or in your case it could be "my thighs are like chopsticks"), self-indulgence ("i love my tight ass", "i love my flat tummy" for you), and we form the fellowship of the fats. (I got the idea from Lord of the Rings. Haha.)

Don't be surprised though, if most of us are silently cursing your rocket-fast metabolic rate. :)