Of Quest For Beauty

First of all I must offer my sincere appreciation to Anonymous 2:59 (09/01/10} for his/her comment on my last post. Being a beginner to the blogging world I need your support to spur me ahead. I would also like to invite other readers to do the same as this will help me improve. I will try to write more if time is on my side. Have a good day with lots of smiles and laughters.

I never want to be controversial when reducing my thoughts to writing though controversy attracts more responses. However I cannot help observing how far women are prepared to go in their quest to enhance or to sustain their beauty. I have seen on TV where women went through so much pain in their effort to add inches to their height or their busts or buttocks and subtract inches from their thighs and stomachs.

Sometimes though, I wonder at the logic of how things are done. For example, a lady pays a beautician some money to pull out her eyebrow hair. Then perhaps, feeling a little bit naked there after looking at herself in the mirror she again pays her to redraw the eyebrows on her forehead with an eyebrow pencil. I am not sure about the latest technology where you can use elephant brand glue to re-stick the hair.

Next she pays her to cut her hair short like Mia Farrow. Then she goes back home and demands that her husband buys her a wig. After much shopping done she ends up buying a long flowing wig that looks exactly like her own hair before the cutting by the beautician. Paradox?

A woman says that a lady must always dress decently all the time. The hemline must always fall below the knee. Agreed!..(at lips level only but at heart level?...aisay..finish la!..no chance to catch a glance at the hidden and forbidden area). But hold on, don't be discouraged. By the time the dress is worn, you'll get to see what you longed to see for the thigh split will run up from the hemline right up across the thigh! Happy?

Years ago a mother told her young daughter to avoid smoking saying that smoking over time will cause her lips to turn dark. Being an obedient little girl she took her mother's advice to heart and never touch a cigarette at all. Now she's all grown up with a pair of natural pink lips, graduated and works in a big city. One fine weekend she decides to return to her kampong to pay her mother a visit. Arriving at her mother's house she calls out her name and the mother rushes out to greet her but faints at the door. When she regaines her consciousness she asks her daughter, "Dear, why did you take up smoking? Now your lips are all black" to which she replies, "Mum, my lips are not black. It's just my lipstick. It's a trend now in the city to use dark colour lipstick".

Thanks, see you soon. Bye