| | A Spot of Bother
This dental dinner preparation thing has made this week a thoroughly enjoyable one for me. Yesterday i spent the ENTIRE day looking for the right pair of shoes.
There are just so many criteria go through when selecting the perfect pair of shoes.
a) They have to go with the dress.
b) They have to go with your feet.
c) They have to go with your wallet.
This pair from Guess? costs 389rm. So although it fits (a) and (b) to the T. I had to move on with life without it.
Notice how they have this drastic slimming effect on my leg.
But i ended up buying this pair from Charles and Keith which i quite liked as well.
Well, you know shoe shopping. It's like polygamy, you set your heart out for one, but you always end up with...
 
 
This whole dental dinner thing is turning out to be quite a work out. After all that running around and mental bench-presses deciding what to buy and more importantly, what NOT to buy.
Comes things like, looking good for the event.
First i have to get rid of, uh, arm flab. wtf.
Have you ever noticed how i never wear tube tops or little spaghetti strap tops. That's because i have arms the size of your grandmother's thighs. Actually my late paternal grandmother had spindly legs. but that's not the point.
And then. The woe of all woes. I have to seek the help of mighty divine entities i.e. dermatologists to get my skin to clear up.
I was telling my mother that i semi-regretted rejecting offers from UKM and NUS to do genetics. Otherwise, i'd delete that gene responsible for acne -____-
Life is hard for the oldest living adult with teenage skin problems.
Please spare yourself the trouble of sharing your grandmother's Oops i made fun of her twice today remedies with me. I've tried it all. ALL.
I've been seeing a dermatologist since i was 16. At one point, i was going for weekly visits. It really is effective, but the thing is, whenever i cannot find the time to see her, i fall into a deep bout of relapse! Especially now with me staying 238794234 kilometers away =(
An acne problem really is as bad an addiction problem. Only worse because you cannot blame peer pressure.
It's extremely depressing because when you meet people, it's just about the only thing they comment about. Eeeee what happened to your face?! It makes me want to blow my face up like Shannon from Invisible Monsters. Just what do they expect me to say?
Oh i got so tired of being pretty. So i thought i'd give this a try.
-______-
It's 7234 times worse now because back in school everyone had some form of an acne. When you're a 20 year old woman, you're alone, pal.
Also, i don't think it's very fair to my mom to be forking out enough money to power a small country, to treat something i obviously got from my father's share of the chromosome.
Plus she is having the fright of her life because of the medication the doctor prescribed me. I had to tell her that even the warning labels on Panadol is frightening.
Nevertheless i had to take a liver function test.
(I just realized that the content of this entry can just about ward off ALL blog readers. Permanently.)
Aimee, all you talk about is shit these days. Why don't you ever write about your feelings no more?
...I would if i could find them.
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