EOY 2009
I’m going to sing in EOY 2009! The last time I sang at EOY was 2006 and it was just part of a little Maid Cafe promotion and it was a lousy rendition of Jingle Bell Rock. Oh well.
Anyway, this year I promise I won’t disappoint, for I’m singing a legendary Joe Hisaishi composition! I’ll also be dressed lavishly (not very often that I dress up for events…2006 was the maid uniform and 2007 was classical lolita) so please take lots of pictures for it’s going to be super rare!
So do come down to the Drama Centre at the National Library this Saturday, 26 December 2009, and watch my performance at 1.15 pm!
Add comment December 25, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: singing
Bad Omens…
Recently I’ve been pretty accident prone. Last Friday I chipped my front tooth, right in the middle. How my heart hurt! My dad spent $3000 and I spent 1 whole year in braces, only to have all that gone down the drain by a FORK.
Yes. I bit a fork.
When I touched my tooth, a corner crumbled into dust.
A couple of days ago, I baked a pie. It was wonderful if I must say so myself. I used puff pastry and the filling was chunky black pepper beef stew with potatoes. But when I was attempting to transfer the pie from the rack (freshly out of the oven) to a serving plate, the pie slipped off and the rack flew up and cauterized the soft skin on the inside of my arm. The burn wound turned black after a short while.
Then the next day I accidentally hit my arm on the wall, and it ripped off half of the burnt black skin on the burn blister! Now my wound is this gaping, pus-weeping and bleeding-edged crater that hurts even without contact. ARGH! It’s going to be a HUGE scar.
Recently I’ve also been suffering from nightly nausea and migraines. Just this afternoon, though, I had a really scary experience. Right after my usual cardio workout, I felt incredibly nauseous and dizzy and my head hurt a bitch, so I quickly sat down even though I had an accelerated heartrate. Then my hearing became muffled. It felt like someone wrapped a thick towel around my head and blocked my ears. I alternately felt like puking and passing out. Thankfully the spell lasted for only a few minutes. Damn!
It’s easy for everyone to say, go see a doctor, like as if a doctor is Almighty God with the power to diagnose and cure all afflictions. I live in the same house with a doctor and this very doctor, who is considered one of the most outstanding young doctors in his hospital, is the same doctor who will dismiss all my maladies as ‘nothing serious’, and will diagnose Panadol and Strepsils if you get the flu, doesn’t believe in antibiotics and has one of the poorest nutrition practices EVER. Yeah, I’m talking about my brother. Ever since my brother added ‘DR’ in front of his name I’ve lost faith in conventional medicine, so telling me to ’see a doctor’ is like telling me to get a breast reduction surgery.
Add comment December 17, 2009
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Tags: brother, pain, rant, sick
My Career as a Wedding Singer (yeah, right)
Couple of days ago I had a singing gig but it wasn’t for a wedding, it’s for the Ministry of Law Appreciation Dinner at Goodwood Park Hotel. Personally it was one of the best jobs I had so far, not only in terms of payment but also in terms of enjoyment. I also got to meet K Shanmugam (okay I didn’t actually talk to him, he was just sitting in the audience).
Soundcheck was at 4 pm and it only took 30 minutes. Then I was shown to my hotel room which doubled as my dressing room. I slept the entire afternoon. Dinner was delivered to my room. I was tempted to steal towels from the bathroom but decided against it (yeah I’m a cheapskate). I sang 2 songs at 9 pm, then went home.
I won’t tell you how much I got paid but it’s well into the 3-digit sum. For 2 songs and a nap in a 5-star hotel, I got paid a 3-digit sum. Heck, when I did my F1 events I was paid less for more work! Singing is way more lucrative, but the problem is, jobs are hard to come by. In middle-class Singapore, not many people would want to hire a soprano to serenade them with arias while they tuck into their roast duck.
If anyone wishes to hire a soprano to serenade you at your wedding, corporate event, or just to sing you to sleep, drop me a comment and I’ll let you know my rates. I’m flexible and I provide my own accompaniment. I’m also quite pretty too, so you don’t have to close your eyes to listen to me.
Add comment December 11, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: camwhore, singing, work
More Shoujo Manga Ranting
Argh! Just when Kyou Koi wo Hajimeshite was getting cute, the protagonist just HAD to turn into a total wimpy whiny spineless jellyfish! Argh! She was doing so well at first, refusing to go the usual route of having a makeover and ditching her plain jane braids and long skirt…then she HAD to fall for the bad boy and get a kawaii makeover treatment…and if that’s not the end, she turned into this whole jealous, clingy girlfriend who can’t decide if he likes her or not, even though he’s done everything to prove it to her! ARGH!
At least He’s Dedicated to Roses wasn’t as bad. I was kind of sad for the protagonist because she was so downtrodden and tortured but could not retaliate against her tormentors due to her parents’ debt, and was totally psyched when she finally revealed that she’s been crossdressing as a boy, and her male alter ego was actually a strong fighter! The part where she whipped off her braids in class and broke her desk in two with her bare hands totally made me piss my pants!
By the way, I managed to somehow finish First Girl. In the next 10 chapters (I was mistaken; there was only 18 chapters THANK GOD), Miu was:
1) Forced into becoming Tangoman’s lover because he tricked her into believing Billionaire didn’t want her.
2) Became a huge Broadway star dancing opposite Tangoman.
3) Pervy General came to New York to find her; attended her show and killed 13 of her co-dancers.
4) Billionaire rescued her; he’d been silently watching her from afar in order to protect her.
5) Tangoman decides that Billionaire loves Miu more than he loves her, so he gave Miu back to Billionaire.
6) Billionaire takes Miu back to Japan to live with her mom, who sold her in the first place.
7) Billionaire goes back to his country to oust the revolutionary government.
8 ) Miu’s younger stepbrother falls in love with Miu and tries to rape her.
9) Miu’s pure love for her stepbrother changes him for the better.
10) Pervy General goes to Japan and kidnaps Miu.
11) Miu decides to go back with Pervy General. On the way back in train, Miu seduces Pervy General and was going to stab him a la Basic Instinct.
12) Miu misses. Billionaire hijacks train, was going to kill Pervy General.
13) Pervy General lies and said he’d fucked Miu. Billionaire is stunned. Pervy General shoots Billionaire.
14) Pervy General holds a grand ball with Miu as his date. Says he’s going to marry Miu.
15) Billionaire is taken out as prisoner, is severely injured.
16) Pervy General plans to execute Billionaire in front of the dinner guests and Miu.
17) Miu gets one last tango with Billionaire. Their love touches the hearts of everyone except Pervy General.
18) Miu wants to be executed alongside Billionaire. Pervy General obliges.
19) Miu and Billionaire are saved at the last minute by Commander and his guerillas; they are all undercover dinner guests.
20) Pervy General is captured; civil war is over.
21) Commander becomes President.
22) Miu and Billionaire return to his palace and live happily ever after.
I couldn’t picture this in real life. I mean, Miu is just a school girl! A teeny Japanese schoolgirl, next to a bunch of hot Latino women…she just can’t win! Look at Miss Universe, all the Latin American contestants have dominated the crown and Miss Japan only won twice out of 60 years! This manga can only mean one thing: Latino men have the YELLOW FEVER.
2 comments November 17, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: rant
Shoujo Manga and Reality
I’ve been spending the last few days procrastinating by reading a bunch of shoujo manga online, and managed to get my work done by typing a few sentences while the pages loaded. I used to despise shoujo manga and now I know why.
THEY ARE SO DAMN UNREALISTIC! THE FEMALE PROTAGONISTS ARE SUCH AWFUL ROLE MODELS FOR YOUNG WOMEN!!
Right now I’m reading this one called First Girl. I’m only at Chapter 8, but in these 8 chapters, our protagonist Miu (17 years old) has already been:
1) Sold by her mother to an unbelievably hot, handsome and sexy Latin American billionaire.
2) Sent to fictitious Latin American country where he lives in a palace.
3) Fallen in love with said billionaire in the span of 1 unwilling sex session.
4) Had to go on the run with billionaire because revolutionaries massacred billionaire’s father and 4 older brothers and extended family.
5) Got married secretly to billionaire.
6) Billionaire gets killed by revolutionaries the next day; commander of revolutionaries falls in love with Miu and kidnaps her.
7) Commander turns out to be another smexy bastard.
8 ) Miu escapes from Commander and seeks refuge at a tango club.
9) Miu becomes tango extraordinaire.
10) Miu causes tango club people to be exterminated due to her connection with Billionaire.
11) Commander tries to rescue Miu, both get captured by pervy General.
12) Pervy General wants to hanky-panky with Miu, Miu fakes a striptease to escape.
13) Miu finds Commander, Commander tells her that Billionaire is not dead, is actually helping the revolutionaries.
14) They are mysteriously saved by a stranger.
15) Commander got killed as helicopter appears to retrieve Miu.
16) Miu finally meets Billionaire again, but Billionaire sends her to New York to be kept safe while he works to topple the civil war.
17) Miu gets kidnapped in New York.
18) Miu gets rescued by SUPER HOT SMEXY tango-dancing celebrity.
19) Tango-man falls in love with Miu, trains her to be his new dance partner.
All this happened in 8 chapters. 8 chapters I tell you! And it’s about 40 chapters in total! Judging by the way the plot is progressing I’m not surprised if it ends with an intergalactic space battle while Barack Obama valiantly tries to win Miu’s heart.
Another series I read and actually *quite* liked was this trilogy about a 300-year-old wolf who falls in love with a mortal woman. It’s kind of sad, despite the woman being a huge mess of low self esteem, spinelessness and wholesome attractiveness to every non-gay man. The romance between the two was very realistic as it addresses the difficulty of loving a wolf who can’t financially support you, who is immortal and has a hell-crazy past.The ending was nice, however…even though she died. HA! SPOILER!
Then this other 3-chapter arc called Love Strip is yet another piece of unrealistic porn sh*t masquerading as teenage romance about how this super hot smexy genius is in love with a dorky bespectacled girl and decides to tutor her so she can transfer to his prestigious school. The catch? She repays him with sex! What the hell? Who would actually whore herself out for tuition?!
Then there’s Beauty Pop, which is basically plagiarized wholesale from Ouran High School Host Club! Even the main characters are exactly the same! Argh!
Kiri (Haruhi) = talented hairstylist, completely nonchalant
Narumi (Tamaki) = talented and privileged hairstylist, star of Scissors Project, the school makeover team, hot headed and dramatic
Ochiai (Kyouya) = bespectacled business genius, president of Scissors Project, cool and collected
Kei (Hunny-sempai) = shota-con cutesie boy, manicurist of Scissors Project
Seki (Mori-sempai) = the tall stoic muscle-man, shiatsu master
Iori (cross with Tamaki + Lobelia girls) = romantic and dramatic aromatherapist
Chisame (Renge) = violent and often-infatuated Lolita character, Narumi’s sister
Not to mention that every chapter some amazingly talented hairdressing master (from all over the world) will appear to challenge the Scissors Project, while at the end, Narumi’s father tries to destroy Scissors Project so that Narumi can concentrate on inheriting his legacy (familiar, much?).
And yet, despite my rambling…I’m still addicted to shoujo manga. It’s like watching a train wreck…you know it will scar you but you can’t turn away from the awful sight. I want to know if Miu ends up dancing the tango with smexy Martians!
Add comment November 14, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: rant
Female empowerment in a sex-positive society?
Because I am procrastinating (when I’m supposed to be writing my postmodern theatre essay due tomorrow), and also because I’ve just written a 7000-word draft for my ISM thesis (2000 words over the limit too), I’ve been thinking if female empowerment is merely a myth.
Granted, I subscribe to postfeminism, which is nothing like being a female chauvinist, although there have been some claims that postfeminism reverse all the work that the first and second wave feminists have worked so hard to achieve. At 12 years old I was subject to to daily proclamations of GIRL POWER!! from my Spice Girls Cds and posters, and that was what shaped my feminist ideals.
Due to my ‘joie-isms’, liberal attitude toward sexuality (liberal here does NOT equal to promiscuity) and my personal appearance, one of my classmates once called me the most unfeminist persons she’s ever met. I find it kind of sad when public perception of feminists is that they are all butch-looking bra-burning sex-negative man haters. I don’t really follow any of the three trends of feminism, be it liberal, radical or material (maybe I’m most like a radical but I understand the importance of material). I just believe that femininity should be embraced and celebrated in whatever way that makes you happiest. I love dressing up and looking pretty. I’m proud to be a woman, so I don’t see a point in rejecting the girly-girl aesthetic. It might be pleasing for other men, and it might subscribe to the patriarchal image of the sex object, but it is only the presence of such conservative narrowminded men (and women) that choose to see attractive women as sex objects.
I really like the Kano Sisters even though they are probably only famous because of their huge jugs. If they were ordinary looking, I doubt anyone would listen to their sex-positive stance. I like how they dress to show off their assets and are not afraid of the conservative backlash. They can be considered soft-porn models (and everyone and their grandma is all about OMG PORN IS SO DEGRADING IT OBJECTIFIES WOMEN) yet I see their pride in their bodies (and they look great for being in their 40s) in their pictures.

Mika and Kyoko.
However in our narrow minded society, if any woman steps out in skimpy clothing and declares her love for her own body and her rejection of the patriarchal ideal of the over-glorified Virgin, she will be immediately labeled as SKANK! or WHORE! or SLUT! no matter how intelligent or chaste she is. Back in secondary school and JC, some peabrained idiots used to call me Horny Girl or Pervert because I wasn’t afraid to discuss sex (and I was a virgin all the way till university!) and the irony was that some of them were actually promiscuous, but were too ashamed to admit it.
While I do not condone irresponsible sex, I do not think sex alone is a shameful thing. I think a girl has all the right to display her sexuality if she is comfortable with it and not have to be forced to act like she is a pious, inexperienced passive little woman to be seen as a desirable, decent and respectable role model in the eyes of this patriarchal and chauvinist society. Especially in Asia, most starlets have to follow the mold of the sweet and innocent girl-next-door, not the sultry femme fatale, because men are actually afraid of aggressive women. Men want something they can control, which explains the appeal of the girl-next-door.
So there really isn’t any way to beat the current system. If you’re the Virgin, you’re submitting to patriarchy. If you’re the Whore, you’re condemned by patriarchy. If you’re a tomboy, you’re reinforcing the notion that it’s better to be a man. So what can we, as women do?
3 comments November 3, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: rant
Photoshoot + Weight gain
I did a photoshoot 2 days ago, and it really broke my heart to see the pictures, because my recent weight gain (4 kg OMGWTFBBQ) was SO APPARENT in them.

Hmmm...looks fine...
Then this 2nd pic…

ARGH! Chubby hobo porn!
It didn’t help that the photo was taken from bottom up and that my arms were squashed against my sides to hold the cardboard down. It really made everything look worse.
By the way, I’m not really naked. I was in a tank top and denim shorts.
So to make myself feel better, here is a nice camwhore picture of myself!

I am such a superficial person.
However despite it all, I really don’t have much gripe about the weight gain (I know, baby, I complain about it all the time). I know my 42 kg body is now a thing of the past, because it was impossible to find clothes that were small enough to fit, I looked sick and greenish most of the time and I think the skinny-ness made me look shorter and smaller that I really am. Plus my jugs are totally getting bigger! I used to diet like mad to maintain the weight, because I wanted to look good in photos, but now I feel that the modeling industry is not all that I used to think it was. It doesn’t matter if I was smart or talented; all I had to do was look vapid and thin and deal with people who think they’re so much better than me. Back at my skinniest days, when I was around 38 -39 kg (partly due to illness), a modeling agent once told me I was “chubby”. If that is not proof about how ridiculous the industry is, I don’t know what else is.
1 comment November 3, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: modeling
F1 Private Sponsors Event!
Did a really fun event yesterday despite knowing I am sorely way behind on my workload for my ISM and the next day’s assignment (but managed to wing it with some trivia I garnered early this morning). It’s a private event held by Legis Point and it’s like a little race viewing dinner party. I caught a glimpse of the circuit from the viewing windows but since we’re way up on the 64th and highest story of Republic Plaza (Tower Club’s Straits Bar) everything looks like fleas down there.
Click on thumbnails to enlarge pictures! Thanks Patience and Valerie for the photos!
- The look.
- Valerie, Patience and I
- Because there’s time enough to camwhore.
- It’s made of wood. The car, not your tool.
- Diva walks off!
- Good morning Charlie!
- New angel, Kit(ten)!
- It’s official. I’m a midget.
- Yayyyy.
- This is what car heaven looks like.
- “Informal photos,” they said. “Funny poses,” they said.
- It’s his lucky day!
- Oi, Mister! Look at the camera!
- My outfit sucks.
- The best gift you can give your loved ones is yourself. Drive safely.
- I love this polaroid!
A big thank you to our lovely managers Elfa and Bernie, as well as the Spinergy staff Weijie, Neil and Judy, for uh, my paycheck! And it was lovely working with 3 other beauties, Patience, Valerie and Kit!
Add comment September 28, 2009
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DIY Nails
I was trying to stop stuffing my face while watching a film for my paper (funny how films cease to be entertaining and interesting when you know you have to watch it for some educational academic purpose) so I busied my fingers by painting my nails.
I admit, I got a little too carried away.

Wearing my heart on my nails
And no, I did not use any fancy schmancy nail art equipment. I suck at nail art anyway, so I went the cheat route.

Stick-on nail decals!
In other news, I am totally miserable right now, because my entire family has gone out to enjoy the famous Outram bak kut teh, and here I am sitting at home with a terrible stomachache due to eating too much BBQ sambal stingray last night.
Add comment September 20, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: FML, nails
Hard Rock Cafe + Cheena Karaoke
Last Friday Ah Bin got a couple of RSVP invites to an event at Hard Rock Cafe where we could get a free flow of Bacardi, Sol beer and random ‘tapas’ which were nothing more than nachos, teeny tiny curry puffs and cheese sandwiches and little springrolls.
I went there for the free drinks but I was soooo full from lunch (at the ever-awesome Ah Yat Seafood restaurant at old Turf Club) with Mom and Godmother, all I could stomach was a mojito and a couple pieces of nachos.
I am pathetic.
The free flow ended at 8.30 pm and Ah Bin, Dee and I decided there was no point remaining to hear the hosting company’s time share, so we left Hard Rock and decided to crash my baby’s all-boys outing at some Chinese Karaoke bar at Boat Quay.
Sadly I experienced the worst ever stomach cramps that felt like pancreatitis but my brother assured me that it wasn’t (the next day). It just hit me while I was watching Dee and Ah Bin eat pratas while I tamely drank my green tea. And the pain was awful. It’s situated at the upper abdomen and it felt like there was something sharp in it like a chestburster about split me open and terrorize the planet earth, and my ribs and back hurt like they were being squeezed inwards, and my heart was racing and I could breathe.
I left the bar after a particularly embarrassing rendition of Lady Marmalade.
Anyways, time for the obligatory camwhore pics!

Smile of a coquette!

$9 top from Jurong Point!
Add comment September 10, 2009
joiekimochi
Tags: daddy, drinking, fashion, life, pain
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