Monthly Archives: December 2013

My daughter, Senja.

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I’ve always wanted a cat. But now I have a greyhound.

Senja is her name.

Senja is special.  She is one of the 40% of 20,000 greyhounds bred annually in Australia that never go on to race. She would have been one of the approximately 3,000 greyhounds that are euthanised because they are not cut out for racing. In the racing industry, they are called ‘wastage’ and hence, should be disposed. Euthanasia is one way of getting rid of wastages. Some end up in vets as blood and/or organ donors – then, euthanised. Others are shot dead or hammered on the head.  Senja’s friends with racing careers experience the same fate too when they are no longer fast enough, usually by the age of 3 – 4. Or, they are injured, which happens quite frequently in races with an estimation of one injury (or death) in one race alone. For greyhounds, it’s a no-win situation being in the racing industry. For more atrocities faced by Senja’s friends, go here:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-10-15/greyhound-racing-industry-hit-by-doping-cruelty-allegations/5024714

Deciding to adopt Senja has been one of the best things that I have done for myself in 2013. And I hope that it is the same for her. If you would like to know more about adopting a greyhound in Queensland, drop me a message. xxx Chinta

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new year, new face?

onefaceI’ve been told that I have one face.

At a recent charity event a queen said I stole her ‘face’. Gnurl, which part of your face did I steal? We look like any other queen on the planet who uses the black liner, brown socket, highlight, lowlight, shadowed cheeks-temples-forehead drag make-up 101 technique. Your ‘face’ is not original – neither is mine. Someone started the ‘face’ – it certainly ain’t you sista. So you should stop alleging that others are stealing your face. Get it patented and then we can talk about ‘stealing’.

I would like to think that her comment was in jest. But I was affected nevertheless. I’ve had my face for as long as I can remember. It is my identity. In all honesty, I’m very scared of experimenting with my face. Not that I’ve not tried. I did. But I always came back to what I know. I’m envious of queens who are chameleons when it comes to doing faces. Alas, I’m not one of them.

In the middle of 2013, when I was away on a sabbatical – yes, I’m intelligent too – I was contemplating on making myself more ‘contemporary’, whatever that means. One of the considerations was to change this face. I was missing/away long enough from the scene to allow me to come up with something new, something refreshing. A friend suggested that I should come up with a story like ‘a dingo ate my face’ to complement this face-changing plan. This didn’t materialise. The only change that actually happened was my mid-section and that I had to get a new corset for it.

I’ve recently hit the big 40 – and I’m liking what I see in the mirror after 2 hours of plastering all the products on my face. It’s a familiar face. It has aged. Still pretty. But slightly wrinkled than it first started. I think I’m finally comfortable in my own face. So, regardless of what others say, I’ll keep this face.

Come to think of it, I do have variations of this one face.

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