ashlee's apparent plastic-surgery makeover

I was reading 8 days when I came across the article talking about ashlee's simpson apparent plastic surgery. Although she didn't deny or admit to the claims, I think she did go for a nose job. Because, I was comparing the photos and my sister said her nose really did look kinda differnet. Not so sharp. I think she look so typical now, not as original as she looked when she had her black tresses. Plus, this shows that plastic surgery is not just a tool to correct physical "flaws". In this time and age, plastic surgery has become a trend. And maybe a dangerous one as that. Even people who are thought of as pretty are going for plastic surgery! Which I don't understand whyyy....I guess for them, it isn't enough to be just pretty, they have to be picture perfect. And this notion of being picture perfect is quite an elusive...illusion rite. Plus, going through all that plastic surgery is so painful! My thoughts after watching Extreme Makeover where all the patients looked half-dead being wheeled out of the surgery room. All the shoving of silicon into your body and breaking your nose. Ouch, that must hurt. It's a bizarre world out there. Unless there's really a need, I think human beings are perfectly fine with 2 eyes, a nose and a mouth. =)

Mag

Brokeback Mountain

what a fantastic story! i read the book during deaf camp (which is life-changing. the camp that is.) and why is it that when i tell people that i have read BM, they ask me if the book describe the sex. erm, yes. but only in one incident. but they described quite a significant number of incidents of foreplay. then again. u shouldnt be reading this book because of the sex, u crazy person.

such a beautiful book! i love the beautiful buildup of events, of language (minus the ridiculous constant cursing of 'jesus christ'. seriously, why those words?!) and of the emotions shared between the two men. i know yes yes gay is wrong. yes and i totally agree. however, the book describe the 'love' in such a way, that you will feel that their 'love' is a binding kind of, never disappearing, cannot help themselves love. but but but. i still dont approve of their r/sp. i mean, its quite ridiculous for them to be so lonely, they abandon the sheep 50yards away to have sex in a tent. what?!?

oh. but i must give credit to the ending. its the perfect ending. one of the best closures to stories i have ever read.

anw, on a different note. deaf camp was life changing. and yea! i know sign lang pretty well! can ask me or cathy! well, i described it as life changing because of the talk by Adrian Yap. he was from a primary sch for the deaf, learnt lip reading (which is SO NOT EASY!) went to Ahmad Ibrahim Sec Sch, followed by NJC (took fm! and scored 4As!! and merit and dist for Spapers!). subsequently, he was awarded the PSC scholarships ( all the RJC students at the camp were dumbfounded when they heard that la!). and u know what? he is hearing impaired. he lip reads, he cant hear what you are saying. but he knows. what a amazing guy! i used to think that the smartest and most capable people are those who score like UNBELIEVABLY well for their exams. now, i think that the most remarkable people are those who overcome physical limitations, and BE NORMAL people and do better than their peers who are not limited by disabilities. and! and! and! he sailed the Clipper0506, rep Singapore. (JAW DROP!)

another incident that almost brought me to the brink of tears is my group member. jack. this silly guy is hearing impaired. but he doesnt know sign language. but but but! he can lip read!! (so smart!) i asked him why doesnt he want to learn sign lang, and he said 'i want to be normal' (or was it 'i am normal') anyhow, he is such a funny guy! its so interesting to communicate with him cos he can lip read. hahahahaa.

such a good experience. but i am still sore about not being able to eat the chengting during dinner. long story. ugh. wah. but every meal was a buffet. i was so well fed in the camp!! yes, i live to eat.

eunice.

p.s. the previous post on 8simplerules is by me. sorry forgot to include my name. anyway, its quite obvious which is my post and which is mag's. usually, those without names is by mag. hahahaah.

8 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter

i finally found these 8 rules to one of my fav shows last time on starworld '8 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter'. what a laugh! plus, this is such a breather from the usual crappy email stuff u read abt on 'how shld a boy treat a girl ' like what utter rubbish on calling her everyday (pls do the world a favour! get a life!) ah yo. thats so lau tu.

• Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure as heck not picking anything up.
• Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
• Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.
• Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.
• Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
• Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
• Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
• Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places lacking parents, policemen, or nuns. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.

Once Upon a Time in China 2

"Once Upon a Time in China 2" is the obsolete title of one of Wong Fei Hong's movies. Sheez,I remember my dad used to bring us to the theaters to watch these gongfu movies. And at that time, kids could still sit at the steps of the theater to watch the show. Now, probably not. Or it's too unglam to do so now. Anyway, it was one of those late night chinese movies that they show on channel 8 that I really do enjoy.=) What really struck me was this scene when Wong Fei Hong was in chapel, and the stained class depicting a cruxified Christ was shot from feet up, and he asked, "Why do you cruxify your God?". I didn't really think that much about it until worship in church next morning. It just kinda floated in my mind. I didn't have like a definite answer but it got me thinking. But one thing I know though, is that He could have choose not to be cruxified, but he did because of us. It was a poignant moment on a Sunday morning. A reminder of the basic truth.

a little cry

maybe this is a deja vu of sec4 days. U, God, keep taking things/ppl, stuff that matter to me, away. all away. I trust You so much. I put all my faith in You. Yet, You took everything away from me. i guess like last sunday's speaker. i am Job. yes. i am job. i cant lift up my head and say 'oh yes. i am busy busy busy. God has great plans for me! i am gonna buy some wood and get my sons tgt so that we can fulfill God's great plans and build a huge ark.' i can only walk down silently on the streets, emotionally bankrupt, fatigued, in my torn shirt and a pair of eyes dry of tears and say..'i dont know. i dont know why is this happening to me.i was faithful.i was trusting.and yet.all these happened.but one thing i am sure. my Redeemer lives.'
maybe what God took away from me is just a tiny tiny thing.perhaps He has a greater plan. january, he took something away from me. feb, he took sth away from me. march, he took sth away from me. and this went on. i kinda suspected and told cathy that even if i lose this, nvm. today, i think i lost my fight. its as if, Job was torn repeatedly, again and again. why? i trusted You, You know?
even Rachel Joy Scott trusted God's mighty plans. even Job in the Bible kept faithful. yes I will Lord. i promise You. I will be Your Job. i dont know why You wanna do this to me (and yes. if wd help if u make things a lil clearer to me) i dont know what You are thinking. but i trust. i trust that You have a wonderful plan for me. and i will lift Your name up high. that one day You can tell me. well done, my good and faithful servant.
thank you Jesus. i know that You know what is going on. i know that You are in control. His grace is perfected in my weaknesses. i am just tired. let me rest

eunice.

Silas Marner

Ok, this is a bit like cheating cause I am doing this book for literature, so it's kinda of convenient for me to blog about it. But, I really do like this book and the way Silas is portrayed in the book.
"Silas Marner" is a realist(as said by my teacher) novel about a weaver in Raveloe who losses his bags of gold and finds a baby girl in return. In the beginning of the novel, it tells the reader how Silas was so wrongly accused by the people of his hometown, Lantern Yard that he was forced to leave with a broken heart. After the incident, Silas moved to Raveloe and there, he immersed himself in work so as to numb himself to the pains of betrayal and falsehood. However, by an unexpected turn of events, he finds a baby girl at his fireplace shortly after his loss. He adopts her and his emotional wounds are gradually healed by the fruits of fatherhood .
That's the gist of the novel in a few sentences. I really like the character Silas in the novel. Because there's just something about his naive and innocent personality that makes u wanna reach out to him. and there's this sentence which he uttered that totally squeeze all the sympathy juices out of me. It is the part where he said he will try to find his money even though it had obviously been stolen. Hahaha. I am a supporter for the underdog!=)
The novel also talked about the rigidity of religion how what we have is not faith per se but blind faith. Hmm, doesn't feel much for that. Not that I am apathetic but maybe my passion is not there/that. But it does remind me that we should be passionate about our walk with God. Am reading the purpose driven life book now. And one thing that I hope to do is to love and know God just a little more each day, as said by Rick Warren. Alrighty, back to the books. As in textbooks. UrGH.

Mag

The outsider by Albert Camus

This is not to be mistaken with 'The outsiderS'. =)
The Outsider by Albert Camus is a 'deep' book about existentialism. u see, mrs chong gave us a list of philosophy/philosopher and told us to stay CLEAR from existentialism. like all humans, forbidden fruit appeals to me. so, i decided to read about this book which is abt existentialism.
The Outsider is about this protagonist who kills a stranger. His thoughts about life, reflections about his feelings (or lackthereof) were captured within the 4 dark walls of his prison cell and sparked when a volunteer came to talk to him about God.
Prior to the shooting, the protagonist's gf asked him to marry her.
conv went like this.
she: will u marry me?
he: erm. okay.
she: do you love me?
he: no.
she: then why are you marrying me?
he: because u asked me.

ugh. apathetic, indifferent, insensitive, heartless, cold men like these should be slapped so hard, they end up flying from orchard road to the keta in east coast (where lowell said all the human sh*t from singapore is discard at and apparently, last yr we used to cap a lot there until lowell said that)

sorry. back to the philo aspect of the book.

its a narrative book so there is MUCH MUCH MUCH times 18467206837 to infer from the book. the protagonist is a really weird guy who is super depressed. ugh. he is so weird.
anw, the book got me thinking.
we tend to (i am not saying always) remember the happy memories of the past, more than the sad ones. The sadder memories, on the other hand, avalanches to a exaggerated pictorial of chapters which our brain links together to basically, form a sad picture (which is often distorted). We are so trapped in the past that we cannot be happy about the present. Cannot appreciate the present. Take for example, when i first joined rj. I was quite upset because i missed my nj days. Yet, i forgot the much unhappiness i had when i was there. nv good enuf for the team. weird teachers who think i am a bimbo. endless physio because i injured every part of my left leg. My heart can only remember the team spirit (and come to think of it, i was not even THAT close to the team) and good food ( i live to eat). Now, after I have come to terms with the unusual way our brains are wired, I begin to appreciate where i am. to love who i am. to cherish my sch days in rj.
as i sit in my own 'prison cell', I know that there are people out there that I want to love, memories out there i want to claim, and seconds out there i want to cherish.
mag was right. we ought to stop wallowing in self-pity.
perhaps i need to stop being apathetic, indifferent, insensitive, heartless, cold. or risk being dumped in the keta.


eunice