30th
She’s so high above me, so lovely, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc…lalala
I was reading the article on Miss World hopeful from Malaysia Miss Deborah Priya Henry (inlet photo). The thing about her is that she’s average looking, she’s not drop dead gorgeous at least in my books. Guess she’s the kinda person you’d take home to mom. Well, if that’s the judging criteria for Miss World then there’s lotsa aspiring candidates that’ll make the cut. The sad thing about beauty, especially Asian beauty is that it typically personifies someone of mix parentage, if your mom or dad is white (sorry for being a little crude) and partner is Asian than chances are you’re going to be good looking. It doesn’t really matter if you’re mom and dad is good looking or not. They just have to be Caucasian. Does it boil down to good genes? Genes are a mysterious thing, it’s what makes you, you. So is, beauty. So what’s all the fuss about this Miss World? To tell you honestly, the Miss World pageantry reeks of television ratings and commercialism. Pageants of this competition doesn’t really represent their country’s true identity. Call me old fashioned but if this Miss Malaysia speaks, writes and reads fluent Malay than she should be iconized with the Miss World Tiara on her crown. I’d die to see the next Miss Malaysia having lineages to true blue Malaysians. I’d rather sit through an evening of Miss Kebaya.
