The Beauty series uses the wounded faces and bodies of women who have recently undergone plastic surgery to show the physical cost of adhering to social pressure in Korea. Plastic surgery has become an integral part of Korea’s current culture, often regarded as a integral step in the in self improvement process. Going under the knife, enduring bruises, scars, and being under general anesthetic several times are no longer considered risky or extravagant. They have all had multiple procedures and have plans for future augmentation. The photos were taken directly after their operation while they were resting and waiting to be healed.
The latest raw data compiled from the International Society of Aesthetic Plastic Surgery in 2010, confirms that South Korea is indeed the country with the world’s highest per capita rate of cosmetic plastic surgery. It is a culture where men are judged on their financial balance sheet and women by their beauty. The male-dominated media endlessly reinforces its model of the ideal woman. As a result of these cultural forces Korea has become a beauty-oriented society where people are judged more for their appearance than their character. Korean women, often fall into the trap of trying to live up to the ideal personified in the media. The combination of these factors has dramatically increased the burgeoning plastic surgery industry while creating another set of standards for women to adhere to.
The following link shows a series of photography taken by Ji Yeo of women after plastic surgery
Hm….they have to be shrewd, cunning, manipulative to a certain degree to succeed. All candidates have platforms and millions of amazing and impressive goals and promises for the voters, but what is the truth behind the million dollar smile we see on tv and across different social media?
Sometimes, I feel that the political world is a dirty and filthy place, it is a place filled with backstabbing, underhanded exchanges, and more personal favors and scheming for self interest. If you want to seek justice and seek help, well, approaching the politician might not be the smartest move. Why? Because a person who only wants to help other people without any vested interest will not be a politician, as simple as that.
So it shouldn’t be a surprise when I say that we can only depend on selfish people to help the weak and the powerless, but only when these selfish people gain what they have set out to gain. When their goals are achieved, then these politicians will stand up and speak for your rights, your demands, your justice.
If you step back and think, this is really what the world honestly is, isn’t it? Glommy and depressing? But this is our world; we are all selfish, we will only help others after our wants and our needs have been satisfied. Businesses with charity donations, students volunteering, we all have a hidden agenda when we “give”.
It is just a realization when watching tv this evening; but there is a little bright light, because there really are good Sarmatians in this world who selflessly help others. But I just realized the world we live in tend to be more selfish than we like to believe.
We often spent so much of our time ignoring the people that love us, yet spent time thinking about the people that are not thinking about us.
We often love the people that hurt us or give us pain, yet ignore the people that shower us with love and attention.
If this is not ironic, what is?
Haha, today, I feel like doodling a little bit on toothpaste! I stopped by the supermarket to purchase some toothpaste and suddenly realized the variety, flavors, and brands there actually are! Choices and options include “minty fresh”, “plague control”, “whitening”, “total plague control and whitening”, “12 hours protective”, “plague fighting”, “24 hours plague fighting”, “cavity action”, “triple action”, I mean, the list just goes on and on! Some of the choices are just downright confusing to me! I mean, what is the different between “plague control” or “total plague control”? If you look at the ingredients, technically speaking, every single tube contains more or less the same thing!
I guess as consumers, we like to be presented with choices so much that manufacturers are summarizing we are not happy unless we are given choices after choices! OR……selling a tube of simple toothpaste without packaging it with certain gimmicks just cannot catch our attention. Would you choose white toothpaste or “24 hours plague fighting toothpaste”?
So it’s 2013 and I’ve been missing in action for much of 2012. Life has been hectic. I have moved to Singapore and spend a lot of time travelling and experiencing life. So much has gone on in 2012, I don’t even have time to document them!
I think I’ll try again in 2013, haha. I think for 2013, there will be more travelling and oh yea, maybe it’ll be a year of love?
I usually don’t share anything that could be traced to my personal job too much, but I want to officially share the launch of my new website. This is my new business venture that I have started in Singapore, it is an online beauty and women accessories website, because being beautiful is a woman’s lifelong career!
So, I have actually been online non-stop everyday trying to jumpstart the website with my colleagues, but have absolutely no life… so nothing exciting to note on my personal blog, aside from walking my dog, eating durian, weekly brunch with some gals; the rest of the time, I’m sitting in front of the computer doing what computer geeks do ^0^
So why the word Muka…that’s a funny story, I was sitting at home trying to think of a possible name for the website that’s not super corny or the word is already in use. I looked over at my tissue box and it says the word MUKA on it, it actually means “face” in Malay. I know it means face because it says “soft facial tissue” in English on top . ^^ Anyway, I like the sound of the word and many people might think it’s Japanese too!
Finally another reason I like the word a lot is because depending on where you are from, the way you pronounce it is different. If you’re from North America, you will most likely be pronouncing it as “moo-ka”; whereas if you’re from England or not American, you will be calling it “mill-ka”. So how do you pronounce my website’s name? I really don’t care because just like beauty, there is no defined definition. Just go with the flow, pronounce it however you like, so long as you know how to get there! And THAT is why I am totally passionate about the word.
Alright, if you happen to stumble onto my blog or if you follow my blog, do me a favor and like my fan page on Facebook, please!!!! www.facebook.com/mukabeauty! Please also force all your friends to fan it too!
Until next time, it’ll be about my little adventures and Pretzel’s craziness!
Facebook has become such an interconnected part of our lives, it is impossible not to log onto it and check out what your friends are up to, update your own status, upload photos, check out other people’s comments on your posts, it is just an orgy of sharing.
There are so many extreme (not anymore) cases where people breakup on facebook by posting “it’s over” on the other person’s wall, or just constantly letting people stalk you by letting people know exactly what you are doing, where you are every second of the day! Have you ever wonder how many strangers and stalkers are out there that might be tracking and knowing exactly what you are up to because you keep sharing? Spooky, shudder.
At the end of the day, facebook is a virtual world, you cannot touch or feel, it actually lacks the “personal touch”. Yes it does, contrary to the belief “it is just as if I was there!”. So why do we spend so much time online updating our page and ignore the people who are around us, who are physically there, who want to personally talk and share with us in person? Suddenly, we are busy when we are asked to go out to chit chat or sit around for a cup of coffee…because we are busy updating our facebook?
I like sharing and updating my facebook page too, but personally, there are quite a number of information I do keep personal. My age, for one thing haha. Honestly though, I don’t like sharing my relationships on facebook. Trust me, I keep all my relationships and intimate/private moments and feelings to myself, muhaha. If you don’t see me commenting or liking a certain person’s page, I might actually be really close and connected with that person privately in person or private emails (that might be where we comment on facebook updates…sigh, so sad)….ooOoooOOooO, have that ever occur to people? The pages you might not be commenting on might very well be the pages that are the most important …. oOoOoOo
First day back at work returning to Hong Kong after moving to Singapore and it feels nice. I have been getting little surprising warm welcomes throughout the day that kind of surprised me, in a nice way.
I went to grab my daily coffee this morning and the lady barista saw me and greeted me with such a bright smile, I was a little taken aback. She was asking me where I have been and how she hasn’t seen me for awhile. When I told her I have moved to Singapore but will be in Hong Kong every 2 weeks, she decided I must receive extra shots in my coffee for free when I’m in HK, isn’t that sweet?
The biggest surprise of all is the mailman for my office. This mailman is a really nice, friendly and outgoing guy, and he started handling this route where my office is for around a month before I moved to Singapore. Once he delivered a parcel for me with my name on it and ever since then, he has always greeted me in the morning calling out my name and singing “my bonnie is over the ocean” once in awhile. My colleague told me that during my two weeks of absence in Hong Kong, he has been hollering my name every time he was doing his mail run on our floor. Her rendition of the story is that he just started calling, hollering, and howling my name, and she is positive the whole floor knows I’m not in. MmmmMmm…I’m telling her I am not sure if that is such a good thing because in Chinese cultures, you don’t go howling someone’s name unless they’re dead and I am alive and bouncing!
This morning, I was kind of waiting for him to do the mail run, so I was surprised when someone knocked on the office door gently and passed the mail over to the front desk. It turned out the friendly and outgoing mailman has a day off today, , I am seriously anticipating our encounter tomorrow, lol.
These little welcome gestures just brighten up my day and makes me feel all warm and special inside. I have no idea I will be missed, and these people who you surround yourself with everyday, their little services and smiles go a long way in making the day that much brighter and special. I got some really nice warm welcomes in HK from the people I least expected, thank-you.
I am sure everyone has one of those stupid and silly “dumb blonde” moment that makes you realize how idiotic you are and how funny it was. I’ll always remember my bizarrely idiotic moment for the rest of my life because I always crack up over it, even if it happened a long time ago. It was the summer before going to university, and a bunch of my friends and I headed to a car show in Downtown Vancouver. It was a hot and blistering day, and we were all walking to the parking lot. Because the car show attracted a lot of people to the Downtown stadium, we parked quite far away from the actual event, we were all pretty hot and sweaty walking to our cars.
The following is the conversation between me and my quite dark-skinned (borderlining African) Indian friend:
ME: Do you think you are a lot hotter because you have such dark-colored skin?
HIM: I don’t know, I have never been white
Hahahahahaha, Oh, it was one of those moments I couldn’t get over. Every now and then, it floats into my head, OMG, LOVE IT!
So in my last post, I shared the sudden morning madness I am thrown into every work day now, but the good thing about living at Kowloon Station ..the home-cooked meals! There is a helper in the house, so if I head home for dinner, there is always a delicious meal prepared and waiting after a day of work, how lovely is that!
enjoying this lifestyle for another week
i love eating all kind of seafood, spicy fried crabs, yummy
The helper is really great too, taking care of little Pretzel’s needs everyday….3 times a day in fact! When living on my own, I walk Pretzel maybe 3 times a week and he does his washroom business in the house. Since living at Kowloon Station, Pretzel has enjoyed 3 walks a day and he is just completely in love with the helper.
I am very lucky to have all these people helping me. After leasing my apartment out 2 weeks earlier than my planned move to Singapore, I have no place to stay since my small apartment isn’t ready yet. It is never easy to find a place to stay if you’ve a dog. So I am lucky my god parents took me in and the helper takes such great care of my dog. When I move to Singapore, my aunt’s helper is able to take care of Pretzel whenever I fly to HK, which is constant, so I do count my blessings! All the great people around makes my dreams and pursuits possible!