Thankfully peoples views and perceptions of beauty are different. My views may not conform to the Western stereo-typical face that may grace the cover of Sports Illustraded Swimsuit edition or Vogue magazine. I would define girls that walk the runway during Fashion week as beautiful purely because we are told by all media outlets that they fall under this catagory. But, for me, their faces do not tick the right boxes and enduce the right chemical reaction in my body that would cause me to be transfixed at their every move. I have not once agreed with the judges choice for Miss World or Miss Universe. Why should beauty come in 5ft 10" packages or have legs as long as my small intestine?
For me, of all the girls I've known before, I was fortunate to have found two faces that fulfil all my perceptions of perfection.
For me, these faces even with the right connections and all the luck in the world may not have made it to the cover of Vogue or Tatler. They certainly would not have won a Miss World title. But for me, they are clearly what I define as perfection.
It is not often I come across a girl I deem has the perfect physical form. It may happen only once every five years or so, truely. I have come across only four such instances in twenty odd years where a random passage or random meeting has left me transfixed. I even find it hard to name such girls that truely fit my perception of beauty amongst movie stars or personalities. And the girls I would name would hardly fall under the general perception amongst the human populace as fitting the bill of perception. Jessica Alba may be the only face I can form a consensus on. The others, Karen Mok, Nastassja Kinski, Yifei Liu and Amuro Namie do not fall under the classic definition.
I guess Asian blood runs strong through my veins. And my tastes may seem unique, but I assure you, I am not alone.
After a nice afternoon's wakeboarding with Ponggol Sea Sports we decided to head for the infamously hard to find Sunset Bar and Grill at Seletar Camp. I think we have finally nailed the route after a number of attempts. Just follow the signs to the Fokker hanger. Anyways, this hidden gem of a datespot is famous for their radioactive chicken wings.
The place opens at 4pm, and it's best to call ahead and reserve a nice table as this place is quite popular amongst those in the know. You can order your wings on a scale of spicyness, from one to ten. I opted for Level 3 and my heat tolerance is quite high.
To be honest, the wings fell short of my expectation. They were good. They were extremely spicy. But after experiencing Portugal's national dish, Frango Piri Piri at the original restaurant in Ghia near Albufeira in the Algarve, all chicken falls short of the mark.
Anyway, this place is highly recommended for the adventurous. I am not including a map, as part of the fun is finding it !!!
