maid in manhattan

i don't quite know what to say.

perhaps writing anything at this time of day when the scorching sun burns down my back and gives me inevitable headaches is just not done. give me a break from panadol popping please.

i hate thin girls pretending to be fat.

you know who they are. girls with stomachs so flat they're practically concave. yet they rant a seemingly endless amount of words about how they need to work out more or starve more or puke more. take your pick, make it quick. wouldn't wanna get fat waiting now, would you?

a random thought. was watching JLO in maid in manhattan yesterday, enjoying a lazy saturday afternoon couch potato-ing in front of the telly. picked up on an interesting quote.

"And although we serve them, we are not their servants. "

that made me think about the way people treat their maids, or cleaners, waiters or anyone actually, in the serving industry. some singaporeans disgust me by the way they abuse their maids. so what if they cook and clean for you? or if they look after your children. the occasional scorchmark on your shirt? burnt food? breaking things? it could happen to anyone, trust me, i'm the unofficial advocate for murphy's law around the house. add that to the way they treat cleaners and waiters.. ai-yi-yi. don't get me started.

this entry seems to be going nowhere. i guess i shall just start a new one.