Monday, November 27, 2006

Welcome to my frosty Arctic Circle.

Unfortunately for me my fully furnished flat is no where near MTV Cribs standard. My tour would barely fill a full minute of footage and all the clutter [90% of my belongings would need to be chucked outside to give it that Minimalist/Zen look].

I guess it would help if i were famous and had a home fit for a magazine shoot. A place where i could show off my shiny cars which i'd refer to as 'toys'. All of which so happen to have the darkest tint that no UV ray or paparazzi flash could pierce through. What am i going on about? The only wheels that i own are a pair of roller skates that were hand me downs from my sister and i don't even know where they are. So scratch that idea.

So back to the Cribs episodes, the camera crew will usually zoom in on the fridge. Highlighting the colour coded soft drinks and neatly packaged goods. And depending on their occupation, a bottle or two of Cristal will pop up and appear in the corner.

But back to the world of the more common people, my fridge contains half filled bottles of what nots and random items that i suddenly felt like buying but ended up forgetting about. Each shelf has a variety of items that usually gets replaced once finished. And 99% of the time you will find multi-grain or whole meal bread stuffed somewhere in there along with a pack of Singles and a chunk of Dutch Edam cheese or an equivalent.

Half a shelf houses beer and continues to chill the white wine that i got from a friend so long ago, that i'm sure it's alcohol content has matured. [And yes, i did remember to lay it flat to prevent the cork from drying up]. My fridge is not the oldest i've seen that still works but occasionally it makes these weird sounds like the motor has just died and miraculously comes to life soon after. Thankfully i haven't had any issues in the past 6 months.

That was until just now when i had decided to make some pasta for dinner. I'm not sure why but i looked at the freezer [located in the upper section of the fridge] and thought, why does it look SMALLER? I mean it's not exactly huge to begin with but something looked odd.

I opened it and to my horror, i have somehow created a mini arctic circle! At least an inch and a half thick of ice has formed on the walls and floor bedding. It looks as though a blizzard has taken place without my consent and my bottle of vodka is encased in a layer of thick frost.

So when i wished upon a star for a white Christmas, i didn't think i'd have to bust out with a chisel and rags so soon. But here's wishing that the damn fridge conks out and can't be fixed, so that i can ask my land lady to replace it with one that preferably was manufactured in this millennium.

Yes, technology has done wonders in making our lives so much easier. Some serious defrosting is needed ASAP. *Goes off to find old newspapers, a wooden spoon, old rags and a bucket*

I missed Sexpo... again.

So i was reading an online buddy's blog and it touched on the topic of swinging. And no he was not offering services or sharing his experiences. But he was talking about how a country which is better known for its cleanliness and absurd fines has quite a number of individuals who participate in such activities. A country not too far away and a lot closer than you'd think, i'm talking about Singapore.

And so i read the linked article and it mentioned that this year they had their 2nd Sexpo. Never would i have thought that the government would actual endorse such exhibition. But i'm wondering how explicit it really was? Seeing that even Playboy is banned in the country. Hell even gum is banned! I'm only guessing visible nipples were masked out and porn stars [if any] were restricted to remain in their booth and were decently dressed.

Perhaps the government is reminding their citizens that 'Work and No Play' is in fact bad for the country as i am assuming more people are choosing not to marry young and are opting not to have children.

But it reminded me of when my [then] boyfriend and i went to the Sexpo in Melbourne a few years back and how excited i was to go. Spoilt for choice as a variety of toys for him and her were screaming for attention. Anything and everything related to pleasure and pain was on display. Big breasted women in ridiculously high platforms dished out samples of lubricants and random items. And if you were lucky, you may even get to meet your favorite porn star as there were scheduled times for them to meet their fans.

And although the percentage of dirty old men walking around was relatively small. There were just as many women, if not more there and was tastefully done. And comparing the Sexpo Singapore site and that of the Sexpo in Australia... it is obvious which one i would prefer to be at. A city where sex shops are just as common as 7-11's and isn't shy about their extra curricular activities.

One of many things that i miss about Melbourne.