Our Cinderella Love Story

This week's i-Weekly cover story is on the evolution of modern day princes. I wanna give my 2cents worth for I am one who can't resist a fairytale love story. I will start by describing two most desirable kind of guys who exist mainly in TV dramas.

The One with the Silver Spoon
Do you remember Tokyo Cinderella Love Story? I think Karasawa Toshiaki was every teenage girl's fantasy boyfriend in 1996. The rich heir to a powerful family business only has eyes for a plain Jane because she is kind, sincere and not pretentious. He will romance her in ways that the man on the street will never be able to. Like this:

To have a man who has everything to worship you, what more can you ask for?

The Bad Boy
Bad boys are attractive because they are reckless. Their rule bending ways give girls a sense of adventure, which make their lives exciting. He will be mean to everyone, especially the girl. But the rare moments of TLC to the girl will send hearts a-fluttering. Less is more - We get really silly when it comes to bad boys :) Also, the girl's maternal instinct will want to tame the bad boy so that he will settle down with her. The idea of the bad boy changing his ways for her is a dream come true.

Recent years, idol dramas have created a hybrid of the above 2 categories - the bad/mean/naughty rich heir. Which made them all the more desirable.

The Cinderella love story is an evergreen fantasy. With time, it will just be packaged in different ways.

My own Cinderella fantasy is being the apple of the eye of a pop star. He has the world at his feet but only has eyes for me *swoons*

Afternoon Sips

I'm very much taken to the French habit of drinking wine any time of the day.

I tried to convince the girls to open a bottle of Lambrusco today. It's sparkling red dessert wine. You see, the French (or Belgians) scorned white wine cos they felt that white wine would never be as refined as red wine. And we amateurs like white wine mainly cos of its sweetness. So dessert red wine would be a good introduction to actual red wine. Oh the atrocity! Evon would look at me in exasperation.

But the girls didn't want to try...

After the very delicious Italian fare at Robertson Quay this afternoon, I couldn't resist ordering a glass of wine to clear my palate from the rich creamy pasta - taking cue from my Belgian friends.

I really like the idea of drinking wine on a lazy afternoon over long lunches with dear friends. Oh my, am I turning French? :D

The Best And Worst Airports

Just saw this article.

I realised I passed through the world's worst and best airports in a space of 2 weeks.

Well, I don't know about it being the worst or not, but the London Heathrow Airport was rather dismal. Among other things, the only directions were all over the place, the officials there barked at me for being confused.

And Charles de Gaulle lost a piece of my luggage.

Home is always the most inviting :) Way to go, Changi!

The Love Of Eating And Cooking

I just caught Julie and Julia with Angela today. While I guess it would not score very high with movie critics, I think it is absolutely delightful. Perhaps it's such joy to see people enjoy their food so much, like myself. I loved Meryl Streep's adorable expressions when she ate something delicious. I suspect that's how I look when I like what I am eating. 

Actually I think I look like I enjoy my food too much. So much that people develop the perception that I eat a lot. I admit that I can plough through dish after dish if there is no one there to stop me. I am sort of a marathoner when it comes to eating. I can't do short sprints. Let me have my food slowly and I can be the last man standing at a long meal.

While I enjoy eating and eating (good food only, thank you very much), it becomes embarrassing when people start to make comments like, "I love eating with Melissa. I like to see her devour her food. Very good!" That came from my COO. And he will order a second serving of rice just for me, without asking.

And when colleagues were jokingly promoting me as a potential girlfriend for another colleague, his first reaction was, "No lah! Melissa eats too much!"

And when opening a time capsule put together with the girls 5 years ago, I read that one of the messages calls me "Chowchow the bottomless pit".

Or towards the end of a meal, when everyone can't finish the last piece of food on every dish, "Don't worry, Melissa can polish it off."

Once and for all, I wanna announce that I am going to shake this label off! Please do not encourage me to clear the food left on the table. I need to train my stomach to expect less food every meal.

As for love of cooking, I have zero talent/patience for it. Leave it to my boo to savour that. I will handle the eating part. 

Wow

This is my song of the moment. It's on repeat on my iTunes. It's my ringtone. It's my wake-up call. It just wakes up my every nerve. Who needs coffee when there is music?!

Can't get it out of my head! Lurve it!

P/s Couldn't find a video clip that allows me to embed. So I took this instead.

Difference Between 18 and 25 Years Old

"We still have the same dreams when we had at 18. The only difference is that we are now financially able to chase the dream."

- Poffy