The exam period is the worse. Ever.

First, there'll be a lack of sleep. Which eventually, contributes to my already darkened eye bags.
If there's one thing that's difficult to cure, it's DARK eye bags. Even worse-er than acnes. Yes. It's worse. Hideous.

Which then brings me to the next topic. Acnes.
Acnes are NASTY. Yes, they are. Clogged up pores, over-production of oil right down at the glands. Bla---rdy craps. AND because of the insufficient sleep, and raging hormones (depending on the time of the month), bla---rdy craps...etcetera. The cycle repeats. Outrageous.


As if im not quite so a half-witted doofus, I've been stuffing and binging myself with (almost) literally LARD. Yep. I'm a walking billboard for saturated fats.
I don't suppose i'll be delighted to step onto a weighing machine. The needle-thing might just spin a few times around the scale and finally go... KA-BOOM.


Owing to the ever-changing gravity pull by the sun and moon exerting on ME, emotions are subjected to transformations. It's not that i'm being such a nuisance and am oblivious about it...
rather...on the contrary, I am aware of it, and am all but oblivious to it. Preposterous.


Did i mention i failed instrumentation? *Faints all over again.
35 marks. Pathetic.


Blow, wind, blow. Blow forth the slothful and the pudding-heads.
*Runs to change seats.

I wonder who else is suppose to run along, changing seats with me.


Had high tea at Goodwood Park hotel with the church members. I made it a point to facilitate (fully) the space in my stomach. What a hog. How 'brilliant'.

Hmm.. Im not sure if this is the current trend-waiters waiting on me so happens to be irksome, displaying utter annoyance.

Is it me???

nah. I'm a good customer. I've been a waitress. The last thing i'll be in a restaurant is to be some snobbish-nose-high-up-in-the-air-snooty-insolent-kiss-my-feet-i'm-CUSTOMER customer.


Maybe i was exaggerating a lil. The waiters were really nice. Just that this particular waiter acted as if i were non-existent(what a disappointment, i thought he was cute.) No biggie actually. Just that he failed to realise i'm there initially.
Being a nice-polite-i-won't-make-this-difficult-for-you customer, I simply asked him to serve me. Apologies accepted. Maybe i'm sooooo skinny that i'd become microscopic to the naked eye (apparently, his.). What are the chances of that?
Good thing he redeemed himself by being exceptionally attentive to my needs. It got a lil intimidating afterwards. Shan't elaborate on that.


I simply couldn't stop eating until i was sooo stuffed, i felt like barfing.
In spite of the fact that i was already stuffed to my throat, i just couldn't stop eating. I mean, the adults were so consumed by their "little" chat sessions, the children around me were busy giggling away, breaking into peals of what looked like belly-aching laughters and guffaws whenever someone makes an 0h-so-funny passing comment. Kids. What's so funny? i don't get it.

I hate to relate this, but it's kinda gross-
I think i spotted a chopped up portion of what seemed like a hairy leg. Yep. Hairy leg.
It wasn't swimming in a pool of soup. Rather, it was nicely embedded in the bowl of smashed up eggs. Wonder where is the rest of cockroach. Go figure.
I can recognise that kinda hairy leg anywhere! Yech. Cockroaches.
Here's what happened- I scooped up that spoonful of poached eggs, and what caught my eye was a brown stick lookin stuff. My eyes were fixed at it. Lo and behold. Cockroach leg identified! Disgusted and not wanting to disgust other customers, i continued gawking(i couldn't help it. roaches makes me sick.) I left that spoonful of contents on the table and left.
I should've broken into series of uncontrollable screams beyond the acceptable decibel level and make a scene out of it. (it didn't occur to me at that time to be such a drama queen for i'm a very good customer indeed.) Should've asked im-ignoring-kareen-coz-she's-too-skinny-to-be-seen waiter to come have a look-see.


I guess it was implanted there for a purpose. Immediately after the i-spotted-a-cockroach-leg-i-suspect-the-rest-of-it-is-in-there-somewhere episode, i lost my appetite.
With not much of a choice, i devoted myself to the DESSERTS section. Lovely! The pudding was heavenly. A bite of their soft, custardy dunno-what-cake will send you to paradise. Lotsss of other luscious desserts that tingled my nerves so much so that it left me with nothing else but the craving for more.

Four hours later...



Make a guess.







I had dinner.




Boy am i gonna get FAT.

Tip: Blackhead Removal
If you must remove blackheads, first use a facecloth with warm water to soften the hardened oil. Wrap a tissue around your fingers and add pressure around the area. (in other words, squeeze 'em). This will insure that you won't have fingernail marks on your skin. It is best to have a licensed esthetician or a dermatologist remove blackheads. Coz you'll be needing certain products to revitalise your skin after the removing of blackheads. You might wanna do soomething to close up that pore!

of coz.. i'll be free to give you a good discount of the accord of my mom for a treatment. =)