Shark's Fin

To my chagrin, both my sisters and my parents are not moved by my resolve to boycott sharks fin soup. Shelly's wedding, my dad's 60th bday, serene's upcoming wedding, had/will be having sharks' fin soup served as a 'customary' dish.

I don't understand their insistence on having the dish, despite knowing that 1/3 of sharks are dangerously endangered from humans killing them for food. They probably just brush off the guilt (however small that pinch might be) thinking that killing sharks for their fins are just as cruel as eating chickens, choosing to ignore the point that there is a real threat of sharks being extinct from all this senseless killing.

Then you might be thinking to yourself "So does this mean that she would stop complaining about us eating the dish if the sharks numbers go up and are no longer endangered?"
My answer is YES. I'm not one of those moral activists who follow a strict vegan diet. I eat food that may have been from animals that were exploited for their flesh, or vegetables that were grown on farms that may not be entirely eco-friendly.

But I can tolerate all this, as long as the ecosystem is still sustainable, and I won't be causing the extinction of any species of plants or animals on the planet.

It disgusts me to see people's blatant indifference to this topic. It's not as if there hasn't been enough news coverage. The point is, the dish is served as a status symbol and just omitting the dish would let the older generation 'lose face' and create 'unecessary problems' for the younger generation. But don't they know that the inconvenience caused is minute as compared to the prospect of being able to sustain the sharks existence and balance the ecosystem...

Yes it sounds very high and noble which some people claim they cannot identify themselves with. Well, if you can't live in a civilised world then you don't deserve using civilised amenities. Go back to the forests and feed the wild boars.

And for those who claim to be anti-sharks fin killing, yet continue to have the dish when served to them, thinking they're obliged to eat to avoid offending others, or thinking that since the fish is dead anyway why not just eat it and not let it go to waste, I say that there is no difference between you and the restaurant manager who buys sharks' fins by the dozen to feed its petty customers.

So the next time a bowl of sharks' fin soup is served to you, think about the sharks being extinct and the ecosystem being messed up just so that you can enjoy those few mouthfuls which you probably won't even remember one week later.

Autumn Leaves

liza

THE AMATEUR

THE PRO (tune to 6mins 30s)

the leap years - the movie

it sux. period.

now i'm not trying to sound like a bimbo or anything. but that's the most appropriate conclusion i've come to since beebs n i watched it over the weekend. (yes i'm a sad loser cos i haf nothing else better to do xept watch movies every other weekend..)

the dialogues are lame, the pace is sloooow, the actors din haf enuff chemistry.......
I would prolly appreciate it if I were 16. or 12.

Here's a nice scene from the movie though (which i din do justice to. hehe) :

surprise surprise

the boi came back on wed, 2 days earlier than the would be date of 14 mar 08. The date I had kept locked in my head since it was exactly 1 month after V-day. And, more importantly, the day he would come back for good.

i came home from jogging with nht (yes, u 2 kept it from me really well!) at 11pm. The house was empty since the parents and sistas were overseas. Wanted to shower and knock out on the bed, when the doorbell rang and I saw the fat boi standing at the door with a bouquet.

When I think about it now, that moment wasn't very romantic at all. I was rather shocked. To the extent that I blurted in an interrogative tone, "What are you doing here?!". It wasn't like the movies at all when the female lead would haf a moment of realisation and run in slow mo towards the other with arms wide open. It was more like a pakistani refugee had ran away from his country and I was letting him into my house as I unlocked the gate, albeit him having flowers n all.

Ah well, it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless, and I love pleasant surprises. Love the flowers. Love the dior necklace. Love the boi for giving me a wicked surprise.

Bisous!

3 more days…

Blacks in da neighhhbahoood

Read the Saturday newspapers (*gasps* as many of u know reading the papers takes a major amount of mental strength and coaxing for me) and came across this really interesting article documenting the lives of African visitors living amongst our Singaporean community.

Kudos to the journalist who kept in contact with the Nigerian/ Ghanian interviewees, tracking their short one month stay in Singapore (for as long as the tourist visa allows) to monitor how some attempt to create a new life for themselves by finding a job, making ends meet, or for some, getting hitched to locals, where some live happy married lives and others just get away after impregnating the girl.

Read a part of it from this link.

The stories were so entertaining I thought they could be fictionalised and written into novels.
It's awful cool to know there are blacks in the community too. I get psyched thinking there could be the emergence of a Singaporean hip hop culture, graffitied (more than the occasional swear word inscripted onto public amenities) walls and and.. hm. increased crime rate?
hehe.. watever.. I need some zz for now.

Ciaos! peace.