I'm going to relax for the weekends. No more books, foolscap, highlighters, pens, notes. JUST FUN.

The facial yesterday started out damn nice. I mean, it was my first time, so everything felt awesome.

UNTIL SHE STARTED DETOXIFYING/EXFOLIATING MY FACE.

I swear, it hurt like hell. I couldn't see anything, but she took something sharp and started poking my face to get rid of the oil or something. She just kept penetrating my face with this VERY PAINFUL AND SHARP needle or something. My whole face. I swear, the pain I felt then was like NOTHING I've EVER felt before. It's more painful than bursting a pimple. Or spraining an ankle. Or getting burned by Sho and Furqaan. Hell, I'd bet it was even more painful than having sex for the first time.

The pain was indescribable. Just as I thought it couldn't get any more painful, it did. The pain surpassed the highest level of pain I've thought possible. And it was on my face too, damn it. Imagine stabbing your face repeatedly with a needle. Pushing the needle through the tiny bumps of oil on your face till the oil comes out. It took me everything I had to not scream. And I'm proud to say that I was brave enough to not only not scream, but to not cry as well. Everytime she pressed the needle and started digging/squeezing the bad stuffs outta my face, I would lock my muscles down and grind my teeth and squeezed my fingers to prepare myself for the pain. TO ENDURE IT. My whole face. You know what I was telling myself mentally to help endure the pain?

'Pretend you're going through the painful transformation to become a vampire. Pretend it's Edward's vemon in you.'
'Beauty is pain, even if it's going to kill you. So deal with it.'
'All korean singers who are pretty go through this, so you should start enduring it now.'
'Do it for Jaejoong. You want awesome skin like him right? This is what he does!'
'It's going to be over soon. Just the other 1/2 of your face left. And the nose.'
'Why don't you try embracing the pain?'
'See, who ask you always wear makeup.'

Okay. So I ended up with really obvious, bad red dots on my face. Something I didn't notice till everyone looked at me in the MRT.

Sigh. I actually wanted to type a lot more but I'm lazy. And I'm having a fever, and I'm sleepy again.

P.S I dreamt alot last night. I dreamt that my first boyfriend was a very charming Malay guy. And when he reached out for my hand on the escalator and pressed me against him, I didn't believe I could love him more than I had. BUT DAMN, I know him. In real life. But I can't recall his face! Okay or maybe I haven't met him yet. I'm trying to go through all the malay guys I know that might fit the description of my boyfriend in the dream, but no one fits it. I guess I haven't met him yet. I'm pretty sure that the short excerpt from my dream is going to happen though, cos most of the time my dreams end up as deja vus in reality. So... I CAN'T WAIT!

OH and another thing I remember about the dream is that when he reached for my hands and held it, I remember thinking, 'Wow, my first boyfriend's a malay. Like Jaylene, I have a malay boyfriend too!'

P.S.S Tomorrow is JAPANESE FOOD DAY WITH MY LOVELY GIRLS <3