6/20/2005 01:07:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I love body art...I've loved it for as long as I can remember. I guess it was because I had early exposure. My dad used to have 3 tattoos. One on his left bicep of our sweet Jesus and 2 on his right arm. One was a unicorn and the other was a satyr, both on his forearm. I remember touching them many times because I was so facinated and used to think, 'What kind of markers did Daddy draw them with?? How come the color doesn't come out??'. Such was the mind of the innocent. :) I guess the thought of getting a tattoo never really sank in until I entered college and started getting my piercings. I was and still am a nutcase - although I also love piercings, tattoos has been numero uno to me since the last couple of years. Currently, I am the proud owner of 11 ear piercings and 2 nostrils (NO....I do not look like Dennis Rodman, its more of a Diana King kind.) I also just had my FIRST tattoo done on 18/9/2004. I designed the motiff and its of a tribal design of MY name. It definitely will not be my last tattoo for believe it or not, tattooing is ADDICTIVE. So I have a couple more planned out amongst them are gonna be a lower back one (design especially for moi by a good pal, Robby who I personally think has a God-given talent in art especially with color pencils...YES, I did not write wrong, it is color pencils and seeing is believing) and the other will be on the left side of my chest (a volkwagen in remembrance of my Daddy). Now, at the moment these 2 are on my list but there's more. Time and mony is all I need to make all my ink come to live.
As wonderful and beautiful
as some tattoos are.....some people are just so darn unlucky that they get their ink from over-night 'artist' who has not gone through their apprenceship with any tattoo guru, who think that they are TATTOO artists just coz they can color and draw on paper (HELLOOOOoooo.....you're inking someone's SKIN.....and that's NO WHERE near paper!!), artists who dont give a rat's ass about the customer and inking them when they are under the influence of alchohol which is a BIG NO-NO (works on either the customer OR artists) or customer who are under age. People out there MUST bear in mind that good tattoos aren't cheap
and cheap tattoos aren't GOOD. And that IS a fact.
Of course you also need to know WHAT you're getting inked on yourself because its something PERSONAL and PERMANENT - its for LIFE. If you're thinking of getting a tattoo but are thinking how much it would cost to laser it off OR would it hurt to laser it off some time down the road, my advice is - scrap the idea of ever getting a tattoo. Why bother?? A lot of people out there including myself take tattoos seriously, its not some hobby like collecting stamps where you can just pick it up, have some fun but once you're bored and tired of it, you just dump it. Tattooing is a serious matter. People make a living out of it and to have it done and then laser it off....its just such a waste of time, money getting it inked n then lasering it off, effort and time put in by the artist...and the list just goes on.
Here is a VERY good article on getting tattooed and how it effects the artist and the customer. It's really not as simple as many of us think it is. (Ps. Sorry, but the article is only applicable in the US but the points mentioned is what is important.)
I was 17 once. No really, it's true! Looking back at the last twenty years of my life, I can remember turning points like when I got my first apartment, when I learned how to ride a motorcycle and when I fell in love for the first time but getting my first tattoo, well, how can anyone forget something like that?
At 17 I was a teenage run-a-way and a total punk rock hooligan. When I wasn't drunk on a skateboard, I was stealing cars and dropping acid. It was the winter of '85 and I had somehow embezzled a thousand dollars from a check cashing scam and I was on a freaked out bender in the city of Ottawa, determined to get drunk, slam dance and buy obscure punk rock albums.
A thousand dollars in the pocket of a teenager in 1985 made me feel like a millionaire. There was one important thing I needed to spend my money on before it all disappeared and that was getting my first tattoo.
I found a head shop (a store that sells marijuana paraphernalia) that had a tattoo shop buried in the back of it. The tattoo parlor part of the shop was a small, one room deal with a single work table, a mirrored wall and a washroom. There were no designs on the walls, no waiting area, none of the usual trappings of a tattoo studio. The tattoo artist was exactly what I expected him to look like. Kind of a dilapidated Santa Clause with a bushy grayish white beard and paunchy wearing a leather vest. Tattooed in faded blue hand poked letters on his forearm was "Fuck the Warden".
I pulled out a crumpled, yellow piece of paper with my rough drawing of my tattoo design on it. It was a little skull with bat wings rendered in ballpoint pen. He grabbed some tracing paper and made a stencil right from my rough sketch. I guess I would get what I came in with, no embellishments.
The tattoo went quickly and was surprisingly unpainful. It went on my bicep. When he was done, I spun around to view my first tattoo on my pipe cleaner thin 17 year old arm in the wall sized mirror. Patty, the Quebecois tattooer simply looked at the reflection and said "buzzy". I think he was voicing satisfaction with his own work.
When he finished bandaging my arm, he pulled out some paperwork. He told me that he needed to see my ID and I had to sign a waiver saying that I was 18 years old and that I gave him consent to apply the tattoo. I have no idea why he waited until after the procedure to procure the waiver but it worked to my advantage seeing as I was underage and without any kind of identification, even the fake stuff. When I told him I was only 17, his face went bright purple with rage and he promptly threw me out of the shop but not before relieving me of the $50 I owed him for the tattoo.
Getting my first tattoo was the catalyst for a lot of change in my life. Watching the tattooer at work solidified my desire to learn how to tattoo and it opened the door for getting many more tattoos. As the old saying goes: "It's a mile to your first tattoo and a minute to your second".
I had that old skull and batwing tattoo for several years and worse punk rock tattoos proliferated around it over time. By 20, my whole upper arm became a testimonial to my punk rock fanaticism. Eventually, as I became a serious tattoo collector and began to plan out my full sleeves, the old punker tattoos got covered up with more benign and adult images that I could actually live comfortably with. As my taste in politics and music became less angry, so did my taste in tattoos.
Its 20 years later and the tables have turned in a delicious, ironic twist. Now in my mid thirties, I've mellowed and married and I work hard to be a successful and honest person of business. And now I'm the tattoo artist turning away 17 year olds from the tattoo shop.
One day something happened that would objectify my attitude about tattooing teens. A young woman came in to the shop to get a Celtic cross tattooed on her thigh. We had a great conversation while I applied her tattoo. It was one of those really positive sessions that makes my job feel worth while. We talked about her moving all over the country and about her graveyard shift job at a local sandwich restaurant that I liked to frequent. I didn't for a moment consider that I was tattooing a minor. She was mature physically, emotionally and mentally, at least from what I perceived from two hours of her company and she had a lot of interesting life experiences that she enjoyed conversing about. I hoped that I'd get a chance to tattoo her again.
But I was in for a giant reality check.
A few days later her mom barged into the shop, swearing and screaming at me. It turns out that the mature; midnight working sandwich girl was only 15. "Your daughter is only 15?" I gasped, realizing how slimy I sounded until after the words had left my mouth. "Yes and my lawyer is going to be reminding you of that!" barked mom as she exited the shop as dramatically as she entered.
This all happened as I was mid-tattoo with a young college student. Lucky for me, this college student was in 1st year law and was eager to help me research how I could defend myself. A few days later my law student customer got back to me with a lot of interesting information. It turns out that in the province of British Columbia there are no statutes of limitations for tattooing anyone. I could quite literally tattoo almost anyone of any age without fear of any kind of criminal or civil prosecution. The only conceivable way of suing me was to claim statutory assault, meaning a sexual assault on a minor. But the age of consent for sexual relations in Canada is 14 (!) I was relieved to find out that criminally speaking, I was in the clear. But I still felt gross.
I saw what kind of effect tattooing someone's under age child brought to a family and I didn't like it. Regardless of what mom was able to do to me in court, I recognized that by tattooing a child (and someone under the age of 18 is a child), I was causing an unnecessary rift in my community. I didn't want my shop and my tattooing to become an impetus for damage within a family. I didn't want mom to drive by my tattoo shop with her soccer mom friends hissing "There's those fucking assholes that tattooed my underage daughter." I didn't want the girl to later grow up and say "that was the guy who didn't care if I was 18." In a way, it felt like child abuse.
In the state of California, it's illegal to tattoo someone under the age of 18. Most Californian tattoo shops demand that every customer provide proof of age and smart shop owners will photocopy someone's ID on to the back of a release form. But I know two Los Angeles area tattoo shop owners who met calamity at the hands of an underage customer. Both times it was the customer squeaking in with fake ID and the tattooist not taking the opportunity to photocopy the bogus ID - the only means of defending themselves in court. Both instances led to the tattoo artists needing to claim bankruptcy to avoid paying out hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages and both times the tattooers had to sell their shops preemptively to avoid having the shop keys handed over to the plaintiff. In both cases the tattooee was only a few months away from their 18th birthday and their impatience cost the artists their livelihood.
It seems that almost anyone at any age is capable of making just plain bad decisions about what to get tattooed. I could argue that teenagers don't understand what permanency is or that a teenager doesn't know themselves well enough to make a decision that will be with them for the rest of their lives. I think enough mature, full grown adults make plenty of terrible decisions in this department.
The important point here is defining age of consent. It's universally considered that at 18 a person has reached the age of majority and is legally capable of making their own decisions. The two most common excuses I hear for getting a bad tattoo are "I was drunk" or "I was only 16". If I can negate these two cop-outs, then I cannot be blamed for being part of the equation for their indiscretion.
Parental consent brings more quandaries into the mix. Many shops allow tattooing of minors provided that a parent or legal guardian signs for the minor (no, your pet dog Snuffles can't sign for you!) But here's another scenario: Dad on court ordered weekend visitation signing permission for his daughter to get tattooed. What happens when daughter returns to mom after the weekend? Parents too sometimes simply do not understand exactly what's involved in getting tattooed; the pain and the permanence. No word of a lie, in one day we had a parent ask if they could give permission for their 10 year old could to get tattooed and several minutes later, a parent called to inquire if their "5 year old rapper" could come and get tattooed. Neither parents understood why we got upset at their request.
It's important to look at it from the perspective of the tattooist and how tattooing minors can affect your business. Angering parents is a given. But what if the angry parent turns out to be a city councilor, judge or other type of law maker? Rumor has it that Winnipeg suffered a twenty year city wide ban on tattooing because a tattoo was put on the Mayor's under age daughter. What's really important of course is your shop's reputation. Most adult customers I've spoken to usually have nothing pleasant to say about the artist who permitted them to be tattooed at 16. Do you think this customer would return to you as an adult for more serious 'adult' tattoo collecting or do you think you'd be considered the person who facilitated a youthful mistake?
I've seen shops that specifically target kids in their marketing and advertising with offers of discounts for coming in on your 16th birthday or free Playstation sessions with minimum purchase. A smart tattoo shop owner considers how creating shop policies will affect the sustainability of their business and a smart business owner knows that the key to longevity in business is repeat customers. It's inevitable that younger clientele will outgrow your business concept.
Kids love tattoos. I was drawing tattoo designs in my math study books at school at age 12. But tattoos, much like cigarettes, liquor, voting, enlisting in the army and buying porn is grown folks business. I suggest to any kid determined to get inked to take your design and tack it to your bedroom wall and stare at it until your 18th birthday. Still want it? Fantastic! You'll have plenty of time as an adult to make bad life decisions. Getting tattooed shouldn't be one of them.
By Adam SkyManaging Editor of Tattoodles.com
|W|P|111924484609782346|W|P|Why you need to think twice about getting inked...|W|P|6/17/2005 01:51:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
O what a feeeling!!! Just got back from packing my lunch at the cafe near my office. The cashier made me feel good - she said, "You nampak kurusla sekarang!!" ("You've lost weight!!"). Has my dairy diet been working??? Could it be TRUE??? I didnt want to sound vain and too confident so I said that it couldnt possibly be true coz I still feel the same and my clothes still fit the same. Then of course she decided to agree with me and killed my short stint of joy by saying that it must the the choice of clothes that I wear which makes me LOOK thin.
O well, I had that coming now didnt? I should have just taken in the compliment, basked in it for more than just a few minutes, right? O well....dont matter, I'll just disregard that negative point and continue my day (or what's left of it....) ITS TGIF!!!
So I'll sing.......I feel good (tarararararara!) , I knew that I would, now.........I feel good, I knew that I would, now.........So good! (bam! bam!) So good (bam! bam!) I got youoooooo......Whoa! I feel nice (tarararararara!), like sugar and spice I feel nice, like sugar and spiceee.....So nice (bam! bam!), so nice (bam! bam!), I got youoooooo...................!!!|W|P|111898832779445912|W|P|Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now......|W|P|6/18/2005 01:36:00 PM|W|P|6/19/2005 01:47:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|well....yoyo diets arent good. n even thin ppl get high cholesterol. so may that idea aint too good BUT thank u for the suggestion. ;)) i think that a balance between exercise AND diet is the best. i'm goin through what u would say 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'...sigh...:(6/16/2005 11:15:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
I love chatting online and I could go on for hours if I met the right person to chat with. Be it with a stranger or someone I've known for donkey years. To date, my longest internet friend is this guy from Barbados, Wayne Straughn who just became a daddy to a pretty little baby girl. Lucky chap got the chance to celebrate Father's Day this year. (CONGRATS WAYNEY!!!)
I met Wayney in THE iRC chat room (in Hottub I think) way back during my college days which was around 1996/97 and have been in contact ever since although we HARDLY chat online anymore. Counting in 2005, it would be almost a decade. Sheeeeesh, how time flies (Gawd, I love that phrase!). We even had nick names for each other (teehee!!). He was my 'Prince Charming' and I was his 'Water Baby'. Now how these nicks came to be, I cannot remember but I certainly was not living up to it then. I couldnt swim and still cant BUT I'm proud to say that I did swim with sharks (YAY!!!) when I was at Seaworld, Gold Coast this February. Ok, fine...I didnt SWIM with them, I was just FLOATING by and THEY swam by me, around and under me, ok? Happy? O, sting rays did the same too. ; )))
Alrighty then, I think I've strayed far enough from the topic...coming back to online chatting, I was chatting online as usual this past weekend and as usual the following TYPICAL conversation took place :
Mr. X : hi
Me : hi there!! how are u?
Mr. X : asl?
Me : ?? arent you suppose to at the very least say 'hi' back at me and add a small little 'i'm fine, thank you. how abt u?' bit at the end?
Mr. X : o sorry. how u?
Me : hahaha!! u're funny...i'm fine. so wat are u up to today?
Mr. X : o nothing...just chatting
Me : thats nice....so wat do u wanna chat abt? where are u from by the way?
Mr. X : are m/f?
Me : (getting a little irritated) does it make a difference?
Mr. X : m/f? Me : JEEZZ!! fine, fine, i give in. i'm 27/f/malaysia. HAPPY???
Mr. X : (begins to warm up to me) ;) nice to meet you. i'm 26/m from indian.
Me : well, nice to meet u, X. (Conversation dwiddles on slowly coz I'm slowly losing interest with the guy when suddenly, I'm wide awake with a jolt.)
Mr. X : can i ask you something personal? are u a virgin?
Me : wat? well, if its personal and directed at me, i guess i would have the choice of answering you right? and at the moment, i'm not going to answer you. (Getting MORE irritated n thinking abt exiting the chat room.)
Mr. X : but i want to know...is virginity important to you? (Remind me WHY am I still conversing with this moron...?)
Me : i really dont wanna talk abt this, can we change the topic? (Wishing I had left when I had the hunch to.)
Mr. X : for me, it is n when i look for a wife, she must b one.
Me : (Totally pissed off) well, good for you. happy hunting n good luck!
End of conversation, guy goes on my ignore list.
These are the kind people who give online chatting a bad name. Of course you will get your occasional dose of online perverts and cyber sex maniacs but thank goodness for the 'ignore' button, you will be spared from the immaturiy, stupidity and the lack of respect from these people. But my point is, what is it with some men and virginity??? Note the word *SOME* men, I didnt say ALL men, I said SOME men. I've had it up to here (points to neck) with men (there are exceptions, of course) and their quest to search for their VIRGIN bride. What is it with women's virginity?? Yes, its the gift you give your loved one on the night you consummate your marriage or in today's world, to the one you TRULY love. Well, at least thats what I am hearing most of anyway. Not that people dont wait for marriage anymore, some still do.
I read somewhere on a post someone mentioned that if a girl sleeps with someone before she gets marriage, she's labelled a slut (thats just SO harsh!). Yes, ppls have started to think to this extend nowadays too. Are we moving forward in time or backwards?? Anyway, this poor girl mentioned that when she said that she had slept with her ex-bf, she was called a slut (just ONE guy, mind you) by some moron online. Sometimes you cant really take things said online at face value, most of it is just crap but some sensible and matured teens have actually voiced out some pretty good point - syabas! What I'm getting at is....does being a virgin really reflected who the person really is? Does it determine who you are? Does it mean that if you're NOT a virgin that it brings about an air of disgust? That you're not a a good person?? Why are men searching for virgins?
The meaning of 'slut' is a woman considered sexually promiscuous. So what do you call a man who is considered sexually promiscuous? Its really bizarre that women have to worry abt being a virgin when they are searching for a partner whereas the men, well, they are out on a jolly joy ride trying all the rides available at the fun fair. No worries at all. 'I dont need to worry abt being a virgin, as long as my partner is.' - is THAT what is going on in the minds of most men? Are they afraid to contract some disease if they be with someone who's NOT a virgin? Shouldn't they be afraid for themselves when they go all out to score as many as the can? Who should actually be afraid? Why the double standards? Its like as if men just want to have their cake and eat it.
Personally, I think that if both partners are virgins, good for you. Go forth and explore your sexuality together. But if either one is not, its really not a big deal. As I mentioned earlier, some of us give it up to the ones we love and at THAT point in time, he/she was the love of our life but not everyone ends up at the altar with their first love. And for that, should they be blamed and be condemned for not being a virgin?
Just like in the animal kingdom, the females pick and choose their mate carefully and only the strongest and most attractive will be the chosen to mate with her in order for her offsprings to survive the condition that life has put forth for them, why should it be any different in human society? What's more important - being a virgin but has a nasty personality OR not being one but has the qualities that you are searchign for and would one day, want your children to have?
Bottom line is, people makes mistakes in life and we should let bygones be bygones and start anew. And it should not reflect on who they are NOW. People change and learn their lesson, be it the hard way or not. One things for sure, dont settle for the one who can't live without you, settle for the one you can't life without.|W|P|111889214164049383|W|P|Can I have my cake and eat it?|W|P|7/01/2005 11:47:00 AM|W|P|thefirstChristmas|W|P|A man who is sexually promiscuous?
MAN-SLUT.6/15/2005 12:15:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
F (Father) A (And) M (Mother) I (I) L (Love) Y (You). Doesnt that look familiar to you? How many times have you got that in your inbox? So often you even knew what the content was from its subject title? Well, for me - thats how it is. ;) Despite the fact that I've receive this a gazillion
(no, it doesnt exist but you could learn something new if you clicked this) times, I think its really nicely put coz' that is what a family is, isnt? But I got a difference story, a different view from this and I bet many people out there will agree with me after I'm done.
I'm originally from the Kluang
(sounthern region of Peninsula Malaysia - that TINY dot right smack in the middle of Johor is KLUANG, the bat town) to be precise and I moved to Penang in 1996 to start my college education. In the beginning, I was on my own, having the time of my life - partying, clubs, drink n dance - you name it, I did it. Never felt so liberated and independant in all my life and boy, did I trully enjoy life then. No worries at all. But as time flew by and due to TOO much fun and partying, I guess something just had to suffer the consequences and that poor thing were my grades. *What's new? Sigh....* So mum decided I needed a little more discipline and packed me up to my cousin's place also in Penang Island. It was a real damper on my social life, I tells ya....but what to do, I had it coming, I guess.
Man, life sucked at that point. Cousins were boring. But their lil' un was a cutie pie. She was small then, now....GAWD! Anyways, lets just say that my black isnt the same as their black and my short skirt (then) was a piece of rag to them and they went on to tell on me to my aunt and my aunt doesnt really keep stuff to herself much, n decides to send it along to MY mum. Of course I got a piece of it back but mum knows me well enough to disregard all the crap that was flying around but she did tell me to be more respectful (HAH!). Let's just say enough was enough and after abt a month or so of MORE telling on me....mum packed me off again to another relatives home.
This time, it wasnt so bad but I really dont like being pushed to a corner which I literally was. Family or not, I didnt want to be obliged so I paid for lodging. Bizarre? Believe it. Living there wasnt bad at all actually, I just went abt my stuff, doing my thing and kept out of everyone's hair and made sure no one got into mine BUT the most depressing part of living there (which by the way has left a scar on me for life) is the extended family. I tells ya...its all in the family . Living with a relative can be a pain unless you're on the same thinking level but when extended families come in...man, you are SO in for a bumpy ride. You know how EVERYONE has to say *something* abt you? Be it good or bad but for me, it was mainly bad. There was ALWAYS something wrong with me, 'Wah...Yvy, so fat already ahhh? Eating a lot is it?' or 'Aiyoo.....why your face got so many pimples? My X oso like that, then she use this medicine, all gone....bla, bla, bla'. How long do you think I could stand all that crap? And EVERYTIME I went over to the other side (creepy way of putting it), I always got some crap like that. Came up to the extent, I just began blowing them off. As pissed off as I was, I still maintain a level of maturity and still respected them just because they are family and so much elder than me (so the Asian).
There was this ONE incident I would never forget because it was about something that should have been kept within the family or at the very least, shared with ME. But sadly, it was not. Imagine an aunt telling YOUR friend who came to visit how you take too many drinks at home and how stuff finished so fast ever since YOU moved in....now, bear in mind such people DO exists and mind you, they are amongst us. If you've read this far, you should by now noticed that I PAID for my lodging AND board (which by the way was a 4x7 ft of space on the floor coz I slept on a matress) which is SUPPOSE to include 3 meals a day, naturally. But I only ate dinner at home and the occasional Milo for brekkie. I cannot express how humiliated, upset and EMBARASSED I was when my best friend, Sha (thank goodness for that) told me what my aunt mentioned to her. From then on, I took NOTHING of theirs. Bought my own stuff, ate my own food. Felt like hell living with hypocrites but I really had no choice. Managed to stick with it until I returned home. How glad I was then - you'll never know. And to have a little cousin who has and still is a motor-mouth....humph, dont even get me started on that coz thats another story all together.....
I bet this is just ONE sob story you've heard. Could be more around, I dont know. But the bottom line is....NEVER take ppl for granted even though they are family (they are still people and money does make the world go round). The bitter lesson I've learnt from this to ALWAYS offer more so that the other party has the choice of accepting what you have offered or not rather than to give lesson and then get branded as a cheapskate or worst still, a parasite.... You just cant please everyone, can you?|W|P|111881257217421655|W|P|Family affair|W|P|6/14/2005 12:14:00 PM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
Wow, now doesnt that sound kinky??? ;)) I bet that caught your attention now didnt it? O well....its really got nothing to do with what I'm about to write today. Well, maybe just a WEE bit. It has been awhile I was in here to pen down my thought and what not. But I really just HAD to write abt this TODAY....wanted to write abt it this morning but damn.....sometimes, the time just goes by without me even realising it, you know?
Anyway, was up watching tv last night (something really unusual since I dont really watch tv much - gone are the days) coz CSI (YAY!) was on. I could watch that for hours on end n not get bored at all. Must be so interesting to cut open bodies bodies n dig up dirt, huh? Anyways, back to my story....I was watching Channel 70 on Astro and this show I want a famous face
was on. I really couldnt believe my eyes when I saw what was going on.....people were going for major plastic surgeries just to look like OTHER people, particularly actors and actresses!!!! With the exception of this ONE guy who wanted to look a little LESS like David Schwimmer (did I get that right?) from Friends.
Poor guy's nickname at work is Schwimmer.....so pitiful! But then again, what is this world coming to??? And the pain you have to go through while recovering....GAWD, do you how abused and traumatized you body gets when it has to undergo plastic surgery
? If you dont, you'll have to tune in to next weeks episode, 11pm on Channel 70 (if I'm not mistaken). I'm telling you, its certainly not for the squemish or for those who treat their bodies like a sacred temple - its darn scary! Trust me....
But it did get met thinking about why people go through such drastic measures just to turn out looking like the other person? Can you imagine seeing the whole of Bangsar full of Reshmonus and Sarimahs? Or even Elaine Daly....Brad Pitt...although I wouldn't mind having a Vin Diesel or Jon Bonjovi in my neighbourhood but thats besides the point. The points is, aren't we all searching for individuality? Being unique....being the one and only? Isnt that what we are constantly fight for in this fast evolving world? But now that we have the oppoturnity to show forth what uniqueness or eccentricity that we have within us, we turn the other way and try our best to look like someone else and I bet in time, change to be like that person too. Whatever happened to natural beauty? Whatever happened to 'beauty lies in the eye of the beholder'? Aren't we satisfied enough with the fact that most of us were born fully formed and not missing anything? And instead of being thankful for what you already have, you get depressed because 'I dont have Jennifer Aniston's nose' or 'I dont have Angelina Jolie's lips' or 'I dont have J Lo's butt' and maybe even, 'I wanna have those boobs Pamela Anderson had before she had them reduced'. Did it ever occur to you WHY she had them reduced? Big aint always best....and that my friend is definitely food for thought.
So now, everyone wants to look like Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston or mayb Anglina Jolie too....I really wonder what kinda kick they get out of wanting to look like someone else. I bet these stars must be thinking, 'Gawd, not only do I have to see myself in the mirror, I see myself EVERYWHERE!!! Aarrrrrgggghhhh.......!!!!' What a nightmare for them I bet....lol. But seriously, I really dont know what to think of people who go to this extent. I get the feeling that it's because they have no realisation of their self-worth and think that they have to turn themselves into someone else to be accepted or to be notice or popular, whatever you want to call it. And its really sad to see this happen because most of the people going through this on the show, happen to be pretty good looking and REALLY dont need to change ANYTHING about their physical appearance. But because society nowadays seems to stress so much on physical beauty as a sign of succcess, those who are 'weak' will naturally fall prey and succumb to what the society demands.
As a friend who posted his point of view in a debate I started on this issue said, being popular or accepted should not be one's overriding goal in life. There are so many other values in life one should cling to.
For me, physical beauty is just skin deep. I just hope I have enough of my own hair to comb when I'm 50.
Beautiful - Christina Aquilera
Every day is so wonderful
Then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me downI
am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends, you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness
The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone
Is that the way it is
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today...
No matter what we do
No matter what we say
We're the song inside the tune
Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go
The sun will always shine
And tomorrow we might wake on the other side
All the other times
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down
Don't you bring me down today|W|P|111872577055850896|W|P|Caught up, tied down....and stretched|W|P|12/04/2005 01:38:00 PM|W|P|magic marker|W|P|Hi Blogger, I am cruising the blogs looking for any information on brain wave and landed here. Although this post is interesting and got my attention, I will add this knowledge to my storehouse of information. I never know where brain wave will take me. Have a great day!12/17/2005 06:11:00 PM|W|P|center meridian plastic surgery and stumbled across your page. My wife is thinking about going under the knife and I am trying to find out as much information as I can. Anyway Blogger the this post of your page caught my interest and I thought I would stop by to see if you had any information on center meridian plastic surgery. Hey, great page and thanks for the read.6/11/2005 01:00:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|With Father's Day just around the corner, I'm beginning to feel how much I've missed my daddy. He left us a decade ago - how fast time flies by. I wrote a poem for him and had posted it in another blog but since this blog has been my close friend recently, I think its only right that I post a copy in here too.
The moment I opened my eyes
Your eyes were the only other ones I ever saw
Whenever I reached out my hand
Yours hands were the ones stretched out to me
Whenever I scraped my knees
Your strong arms gave me comfort
Whenever I was weak at heart
Your strength gave me the courage
Whenever I was alone
Your love kept me company
Whenever I was sadden and down
Your presence made me happy
Whenever I cried and tears rolled down my face
You held me tight and kept me warm
Whenever I laughed out loud
Your laughter echoed mine
Whenever I gave my best
You always acknowledged me
Whenever I did wrong
You always corrected me
Whenever I was lost
You always showed me the way
Whenever I excelled in my life
Your shinning face was all I saw beaming
O, how the heavens must have cried
The day you left my side
And how the angel must have wept
As loneliness in my heart i felt
A void so huge, I cannot fill
A pain so deep, I cannot kill
I still feel lost and lonely despite all these years
How I wish you were here to take away my fears
I hope the highest heaven has treated you kind
As you watch me from high above to find
I am praying that you be by my side
For your presence gives me a place to hide
For all the times I've felt alone
Thinking of you always kept me at home
If I had a wish and only one I need
Is to wish you back for you are all we need
I miss you, Daddy.....
Never take the poeople who love you and who are around you for granted, be it family or friends for it is only when they leave this earth will you realise how much you will miss them n how much they really mean to you. |W|P|111842329836213962|W|P|Missing my daddy....|W|P|6/14/2005 03:39:00 PM|W|P|Frank (A.K.A. The Newfie)|W|P|Yvy your father is very proud of you I know it... He did a great job with you my friend. You are a great woman and Ted is lucky to have such a wonderful girl. Take care my friend... God Bless you and your family on Father's Day!6/15/2005 09:51:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|thank Frank....;) i think most dad's would do a good job with their kids with the exception of a few baddies who in time will learn their mistakes n try to make amendments for which time, it would normally b too late. so for all the father's to b out there...its gonna b a bumpy ride, so hang on in there. ;) HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, ya'll....6/10/2005 10:33:00 AM|W|P|mistyeiz|W|P|
You how people always say that the birth of a baby or the blooming of a flower is a miracle of life? Well, I guess it is true. Ever wonder how the world even began? Abt the Big Bang Theory
? I think its all a miracle. In fact my being able to write in this blog TODAY is a miracle.
Its true when they say that each one of us has a designated guradian angel to watch over us and keep us safe from harm Because I can truly relate to that and am glad that God really loves me. And that my time is not up yet as I have yet to fulfill His work, here on earth. My mum used to tell me how lucky I am to be alive as I was, MANY times near to death. First incident was when I was a child, maybe around 3 yrs old. My mum used to cook her Christmas pudding at the back of our old home in Kluang. And that part of the floor was raised up abt 4 steps from the road. She used charcoal to steam her puddings and one blessed afternoon, I took a stroll out the back of my home and say this HOT, STEAMY pot. Being a child I really didnt care less abt the dangers and toddled down the stair, I think I got my toe stuck to the wooden crate that was holding the charcoal stove and nearly knocked the whole stove down but Mummy saw me in time and grabbed me. If she had not, I would not be here today as I would have been scalded and burnt quite badly.
Second incident, my mum is from Butterworth and we used to visit Grandpa and Grandma during the school break every year. On one of those visits, mum decided to take me and my sis to the beach nearby. Back then, the beach still existed - near Chain Ferry Road and Jalan Bagan if I am not mistaken. Now, its all gone for the government has reclaimed most of the beach area there. Anyway, the 3 of us were walking to the beach and as we were crossing the road, out of no where this car speeds by and misses me by an inch!!! Till today, I can still remember how close that car was to kncocking me down and dragging me along the road for a *superb* ride.
Third incident happened after my friends and I were going back home the morning after my graduation and a night of major partying. It was abt 10am that morning and I was driving my mum Kancil in Penang on Jalan Sultan Azlan Shah. There we were, 4 poopped out girls in overnight clothes, looking like hell and trying to get home in one piece coz we were all very tired. Then along comes this stupid young Malay boys on bikes trying to be funny and cheeky with one of the girls who was sitting beside me in the front. I didnt bother abt him but did turn to see who it was. As I turned to look, from the corner of my right eye, I saw a car pull out from the side of the road. And before I knew it, that bike slammed into the car that was pulling out and the other bikes behind him slammed into mine. The pillion rider of the bike which slammed into the car out front somehow stuck his leg out and whacked it against my left window. Thank goodness the window was down and only the watchamacallit rain cover thingy was broken and of course, my friends had a HUGE bump on her head because he kicked her head in the process. My immediate reflex was to swerve and swerve I did. Just for the record, Jalan Sultan Azlan Shah is a main road in Penang and is hardly empty during the day especially in the mornings, but by some miracle of God....THAT moment on THAT day when the accident happened, the road was totally empty. For if there was an on coming car that that precise moment, I would have died on the spot as people normally drive fast on that straight road. And the on coming car would have slammed right into the side of my car and I would have gone straight to the Pearly Gates.
Finally, the last incident happened in 2002. I was taking up my degree but on part time basis and I would rush to college after work for the 7pm to 10pm classes. Sometimes the classes would drag on and I would only leave at about 10.30pm. Living in Kulim didnt make life anymore easy for I had to drive from Kulim to Penang at least twice a week and at one point it was three times a week. I found it VERY taxing but pushed myself through it anyway. Coming from college was something I really dreaded because the journey seemed so long and indeed it was long. Takes me more than an hour to reach home from Penang, thanks to the fact that I dont drive fast and really dislike speed. I normally pack me a Nescafe or kopi ais to help keep me awake for I am usually VERY tired by then. On one of those days, I was just TOO tired and even the Nescafe couldn't help me. I couldt stop by the highway as it was pitch dark and really not advisable especially for a girl. So I pushed on...trying my best to keep awake. At one point, I really slept off and suddenly somethign jerked me and when I snapped opened my eyes, I saw that I was about the hit the curb!! I was SO wide awake that I managed to pull my car in time. Otherwise, once again I think would have been in the papers but not for a good reason. Somethig similar happened a few weeks later but this time truly, God was with me all the way. I was WAY too tired to and it was REALLY late. And the shop I normally get my drink from was closed. So I didnt know what to do and my then bf offered to follow me on his bike back home to Kulim and then he would ride back to Penang. And although it was sweet of him to offer, I thought it was ridiculous. So all I did was offer up a prayer asking the good Lord to give me a safe journey home, that I may reach back home safe and sound and in one piece. And believe it or not, despite feeling run down and so tired that night, the moment I started driving right till I reached home, I was WIDE awake. So wide awake that I couldnt even fall asleep after taking a bath and climbing into bed.
My living today, happy and healthy is a sign of many miracles which have taken place in my 27 years alive. I hope to see and experience more miracles in the long journey ahead of me.
Have a blessed weekend.
Peace be with you.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Prov 3:5-6|W|P|111837482792496120|W|P|A living example that miracles do happen|W|P| |W|P|Hey nice to read what you have to say. I am out searching for information |W|P|hi ylyn...u shd try a food which having low Cholesterol....& proper dieting.