3 May 2008
Categorised as Rants & tagged with beauty, girls, money.
Last year, I looked down on fake cake faces. This year, I have begun to bow to the magnificent powers of professional make-up and Adobe Photoshop.
When you cut off a model/celebrity’s access to godly photographing/photo-editing skills and knock off their powders, how many of them still look so stunningly mouth-gapingly attractive?
What’s physical beauty nowadays? Fake eyelashes, fake boobs, million-dollar noses and what else? It’s because you can’t see at first instance into the inner content contained within this outer shell that physical appearances do matter so much to a certain extent. Pretty people do receive extra benefits. People often (at least) begin with treating good-looking people better. And hence, I’ve changed my views.
With the latest make-up technology, it makes no difference in the end whether the person had natural beauty initially or not. It is time to recognise that superficial beauty prevails over natural beauty at least in the short-term. It is time to succumb to routine face-caking and eye-painting sessions.
Just because I can’t spare enough money for a full set of Chanel and Christian Dior make-up equipment, laser treatments and regular beauty therapy, I’ll have to live with my flawed shell and get used to unfair treatment.
Bottom-line: Money = Beauty. Once again, money makes the world go ’round dammit.
22 July 2007
Categorised as Personal, Rants & tagged with love, money.
At the beginning of the month, I started off with $200 cash on hand and around $300 in my bank cheque account. I had always been more of a saver than a spender but what with eating-out entirely too much this month and buying new books for the new semester, I went broke.
On Friday, I went to the school cafeteria and was swiping my bank card for a $5 breakfast and it came up with “DECLINED”. I knew those eight letters put together really just means insufficient money in the account but I did not want to even consider the possibility that I could have less than $5 in my account. This had never happened before. Reluctantly, I handed over $5 coins. The original $6.50 coins was all I had left of my $200 cash and that was meant for the bus ride home. Confused, I stomped over to the ATM machine on campus and checked my account balance. 26 cents. I had to borrow $10 from my friend for the bus home. How embarrassing.
Fortunately, I managed to knock $129 off dad for all the amount I spent on my new books. I wonder where all the rest went. Checking my statement, apart from books, it was just food. It feels heartbreaking to think that I swallowed and digested all that money, which meant it literally went down the (toilet) drain eventually.
I recently had that cliché debate with my friend on the topic of Money vs Love. Whoever still believes that love prevails completely over money needs to be stop being an impractical dreamer (i.e. my friend). In order for the so-called “true love” to win against money, the first condition that needs to be met is sufficient money. True, a woman in love could choose a poorer man over a rich man, but if the woman and the poorer man together could not even afford the basic living requirements for themselves, love necessarily becomes redundant.
So I asked my friend, if he does not have a job with sufficient income to feed his girl, what could he offer her in the end? And he replied, “my soul.” Right. Another stubborn dreamer hopelessly stuck to his romantic impracticalities. I have my romantic dreams, but I need to live too. What is love without the life to love? In the end, money makes the world go ’round. I need food, and I need my bus rides home. But more importantly, I need to cut down on my consumption until I start working again or become a professional beggar. I need to swear too. Shit.
