Prettier than youSo Miss Universe 2004 came and went, ho hum. And oh, our Miss Malaysia is chubby – wah, wah. Get over yourselves, people. It’s just another dumb beauty contest. I loved the fact that one of the judges is a reality tv participant. That’s how dumb it is. Ok, I admit – I watched part of the live telecast but got bored less than halfway through the show and fell asleep.
Here are pictures of Miss Malaysia:
Portrait :: Fashion (she looks her best here) :: Swim :: Gown :: Costume
I had my own Miss Universe moment yesterday when a Gawai visitor said that I should join the Kumang Gawai beauty contest. My dad had this incredulous look on his face – thanks, dad! I think the visitor was just happy that I served him a drink. If it were only that easy to get compliments. Although, it wasn’t surprising that my benefactor was over 50 because apparently, only old men find me attractive. Or at least, they’re the only ones who pay me compliments or try to make a move (!!??!!!!). Stupid young men, and creepy old men!
Anyway, met up with an old friend last night. It’s been three years since we saw each other and e-mail contact was very sporadic, at best. But when I saw her, it was just like old times, like she hadn’t left at all. We just yakked away - of course there was a lot to catch up on and lots of reminiscing. She’s definitely an old soul and one of the few who are genuinely nice. Of course, some would call her naïve but at this day and age, I feel that it’s just refreshing to know someone whose innocence is real. I’m not saying that she has had a sheltered life – she’s actually gone through some tough times but yet still maintained her inner purity. She’s also a devout Christian, which is something that we differ at. Religion is a touchy subject with me. I think faith is something very powerful and personal, and way beyond the socializing after church which is my impression of why some people attend churches here. I’m not sure how to classify my beliefs but I do know that I feel uncomfortable with the labelling and the exclusiveness that comes with organized religions.
Hey, here’s something that Miss Universe and religion have in common – superficiality. Everyone is so concerned on how the outside package looks like; the inner package doesn’t seem to matter as much. Yet at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what other people think, it’s what you believe for yourself, innit?