Friday, May 20, 2016

There are many pretty girls in this world.

With their porcelain-smooth skin, perfect vision, big sparkly eyes, perfectly-shaped nose, luscious lips... yada yada. Some people reckon that even their sweat smells sweeter. 



Alas, I am not one of them.
But then again, so what. Life goes on. Beauty is overrated these days.

Girls, cliche as it may sound, appearance is NOT EVERYTHING. I've witnessed countless girls giving up all they have and who they really are in pursuit of the ideal image of beauty; from splurging on skincare/cosmetics to visiting aesthetic clinics to undergoing plastic/cosmetic surgeries. In the end, they all look like photocopies of each other, pretty, but without personality. Pretty, but forgettable faces.

And do they even know what sort of substances they are actually injecting or implanting in their bodies? What effects they have on the anatomy and physiology of a human body? Let alone the unnecessary risk of potentially introducing infection. Sepsis kills, severe hemorrhage kills, PE kills...

Oh well. The up side of it, it brings about a HUGE business. A growing business, especially in this new era whereby cosmetic procedures and plastic surgeries are seen as a norm rather than a taboo (thanks to Korea and Japan for being the pioneers!). The debate is heated, and the proposition is heading towards a winning trend. It's pro-feminism, it's about women (and men) exercising their rights to achieve what they want, it's giving people a chance to increase their self-esteem and confidence for better mental well-being, it's what's trending, it's a symbol of wealth...

My take? Honestly, I probably would've yearned for a nose job when I was say, 15 and don't know any better. Or even maybe a blepharoplasty (eyelid surgery), dermabrasions... heck, change my whole face and body if you could! But now, I probably wouldn't take up the offer even if it's free. It's probably easy for me to say as I am now on the other side, 10 years older (and hopefully 10 times wiser). But on a serious note, let me tell you, there will come a time when you'll learn to love yourself for what you are, and see that there is a much bigger picture to life than that of your own nose (or any body part you would've wished to change).

And one day you would meet that special someone who knows how to appreciate you the way you are, who thinks that you are beautiful even when you don't see it yourself or even when the world does not see it.

Make your choices, girls. But remember to think twice, think thrice, think a zillion times if you need to. For this is a decision you have to stick with for life; reversal surgeries are not impossible but why go through all that to realize what you really wanted was always what you already had?

But if you still decide to go for it, Maybe I will be here to offer you my services in... some years to come. Because now I am seriously considering tapping into that aesthetic business when it's hot (maybe as a part-time sub-specialty), for the promise of a better financial future for me and my family (wait for me, million-dollar dream house(s) and Lamborghini Aventador and a complete Lego collection from year 2000 to present, that I could buy a special house to store them all!) Oh yes, I am shallow practical like that. Teehee. A practical dreamer. Heh, I love the paradox.


Also, I think I make a really bad salesperson/ business promoter as my post would probably have killed my potential business, what if every girl in the world decide not to go for it anymore?!! 
(Hmm, nah probably won't happen...) =P

Thursday, May 19, 2016

0700

Watching the sunrise from my window, praying that my phone does not ring an hour before I am due to finish my shift.

Last night shift for this month! =)



Heading to Melbourne for the next four days. Great food and shopping, that's the life! =)

Saturday, May 14, 2016

To be a ME with a YOU

To me the most romantic moments are in the little things.


Like when I had a fever the night before, and the first thing he did the following morning when he woke up was to touch my forehead to check if I was still burning.

Like when we were walking hand in hand down the street when he suddenly pulled me into a locked hold and kissed me.

Like when we put together our new home, one flat-pack furniture at a time, and his hands were covered in blisters afterwards because he insisted on putting in all the screws himself...

Here's to many more great moments to come. =)