Ingredients: 2 boneless-skinless chicken breasts 3 cups cold water 1/4 cup kosher salt 1/4 cup honey 1/4 cup buttermilk 1 cup flour1/2 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon garlic salt 1/2 teaspoon onion salt 1 teaspoon black pepper lots of cayenne vegetable oil for frying
I feel like I'm covered so deeply with so many messages of who or what I'm supposed to be that I can't tell who I am.
If I was raised differently, would I be the villain? Or would I be the calm, confident person that I'm not?
I wanted to write a crock & bull story about how the media forced me to buy so many useless stuff but as I did, this story took shape. I guess, no matter how we try to hide it, the truth comes calling eventually.
Question: 2) Share an experience where you had been very much influenced by a media message. What was the result? What would you do differently after today’s lesson?
"You need to buy this now and your life will be complete" or "Smell like Beyonce and you will be forever popular and rich and happy". On a daily basis this is what the media tell the average teenage girl. I myself am no exception. Everywhere we look, the media is subtly controlling the way we dress, the way we look, talk, walk and even sleep. Media controls everything, yet at the same time, we are the media. We convey their messages like brainless droids, bowing down to the Media's command.
Today's RJ will be about a vicious cycle that has no end. This is what the media has made me. For me, the media has one message, you are not good enough. On TV or in the magazines, I was never like those girls.Every other girl was, why wasn't I? I felt like an outcast.
I felt the full power of this message when I turned 16 and I was deemed not pretty enough or thin enough by what seemed like everyone. When I was 16, I withdrew into myself. I was loud and obnoxious. Yes, I know that people who withdraw into their selves aren't loud but for me I felt like I put myself into a small safe box, one that nobody could reach.The surface me was replaced by a brass, rude, loud, obnoxious, know-it-all. What people said to me didn't matter. Nothing did. You dint like my voice? Your bad. You think I'm annoying? What do I care?
This went on for so many years and I realize that the worst part of this was, that I never learnt to listen. For so many years, I screened everything out that not listening to the bad was the way I learnt to move on. Because of this, I've had to learn lessons the harder way. Only now, at the peak of turning 21 and am finally learning that not everybody cares how I look and sound and some people genuinely want the best for me.
I guess what I'd do after today's lesson is to learn to take the media a little less seriously, after all, isn't the media just a fantasy world? Thank you!
All of our bridges burned down I've wasted my nights You turned out the lights Now I'm paralyzed Still stuck in that time when we called it love But even the sun sets in paradise
Friday, July 6, 2012
Told my mother it was too cold to take a bathe. She looked at me and clicked the heater on. I don't know how that's funny but it just is. You just had to be there. Okay
Sitting here thinking about a year back when most everything was left hanging and uncertain and how now, everything's just trudging onward. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad or scared or really really really cautious. I think I'll stick to cautious. xx
So much fun at Pink Dot this year! Went with Rahmat, Sam & Herman but I bumped into Dy, Shan & Lorettaaaa! <3 There were free drinks, torches, balloons and lub ( believe it or not) been given out. But aside from all the fun and free gifts, being here meant more than having some place to head to on a Saturday night. It meant seeing the world change, seeing the perspective of people change and grow and evolve. I am ashamed to say that there are events like this, only because this means that being homosexual is an issue. What does it matter who you love or who you want to kiss. Is love not love? Some people love their pets to a point of distraction, is that not love? Then why isn't it shunned?
But events like this show that there is hope for us yet. And till the day where being homosexual or a transvestite is looked upon just as greatly as being a pet owner is, events like this continue to give millions hope. Never have I been prouder of being a Singapore. This to me, means everything that Singapore stands for. Regardless of who you love, you should always be treated with respect, integrity and empathy. Regardless of race, language or religion and regardless of who you love. With positive and supportive people like this who continue to support everyone, regardless restrictions here in Singapore, our someday will come.