The new fireplace was just installed and I’ve been playing with the fire since. The flame is bright orange inside the stainless steel frame, makes the room warm and cozy. It’s wild outside, the trees are dancing and the leaves are struggling to glue themselves to the branches. It is only 13 degrees but everybody is grumpy and feeling cold and longing for the sun. The clock will change this weekend and the darkness will fall sooner and longer.
Winter is coming.
But I’m still brave enough to wear my open-toes sandals. Anja looked at my feet today and asked if I wasn’t feeling cold. She’s Dutch and sensible. I am stupid and would sacrifice my toes in the name of fashion.
It’s my last day meeting my girlfriends because I have to catch an early flight tomorrow for a weekend with the other ladies, parties, gossiping, shopping, talking about boobs, and stuff. Tree would have liked it (he starts the new trend, now everybody blogs about boobs now).
I can’t remember if the pornography laws bans us from talking, writing or even thinking about boobs. I just had a glass of white wine and am not caring about anything but my new fireplace and frozen toes. Rob has a nice picture of Davina in bikini whilst talking about pornography laws and got lots of comments consequently. I wonder if I would get the same buzz if I put the picture of half naked George Clooney up.
Everywhere I turn, most people don’t agree with the law. So I was surprised to receive an email asking for participation to support it. It even asked me and the other readers to sign the petition. And told us that all along we are too stupid to understand the reason behind it, and gave a lengthy explanation about what it means. I cannot resist the temptation to send a reply and change the title from ‘support’ to ‘reject’ and gave a link to The Jakarta Post. I sat back and waited for the kettle to whistle for another cup of coffee. Soon enough a new email came, saying that – more or less – “everything that we fight for will be judged by God Almighty; should there be any perplexity we shall surrender the matter back to God through prayer, and the truth is inside our heart”.
I don’t see the connection between God and the pornography laws. Except those who are smart enough to produce such bills are those who are playing God and most likely the ones who, morally, need to be examined. See the problem is, those who sit in the parliament are such dirty bastards they think everybody is like them, making amateur sex video or asking for female companies on every transaction (I have heard so many stories about this and it becomes a common practice everywhere up to the sickening degree). There are many more urgent and serious matters to be taken care of. But talking about bikinis and fondling boobies of course are much more interesting and sexy rather than thinking how to adjust the oil price.
I might have to burn all my bikinis. Can’t wear them in London. Can’t wear them in Bali next January. Maybe we’d just stop in Singapore as you can turn up with hot pants or ball gown and no one cares. I don’t know if Oji still sells knock-off porn DVDs at Menteng, he’s disappeared when they refurbished the area a while a go.
In the mean time, my frozen toes needs some attention. I need them intact because I’d proudly display them with my jeweled sandals this weekend, even though the weather forecast states it would be 3-8 degrees, and raining, in London.
I’d be back next Tuesday. Hopefully my toes are still with me.
Note: image on the teaser is courtesy of Lee Hopkins.