Monday, October 24, 2005

Listening to: Its my Life by Bon Jovi

Its customary that I write about the first day of a new mod, and this is no exception. Miss Hawabi is such a sweet old lady, definitely will endeavour to pay at least 80% attention during her classes. Although the enthusiastic start was somewhat marred by a bunch of inconsiderate buttheads of who I shall not name here. But you guys know who you are. Public Relations might not be as dry a subject as I had formerly reckoned, so big smile there.

Now I really wanna start working on my 'Shag List' but something else of much greater importance commands my attention and here I shall chronicle my very first...

FACIAL. Yes, you heard right.

I recieved a free facial offer a few months back while innocently trekking White Sands with my older cousin, and had delayed it for quite a while till now. Anyhow, I skip the long story and get down to the juicy bits. Most of the process was pretty relaxing and fun, like the molding mask, hydrating mask and the cleansing routine. Alas, pretty times do not last long.

Then we came to the extracting part. It refers to the extracting the blackheads and pimples; but back then I had this whole mental image of workers using drills to extract minerals. I had this overwhelming sense of fore-boding when the beautician placed wet cotton swabs over my eyes, and subsequently I heard the metallical clinking of tools (later I found out that she was using a surgical needle)which nearly sent me running for the door. Let me just say that my fears were not unfounded. Let me describe how it felt in very profound terms:

-If I ever was to have a taste of Hell, this was definitely IT.
-If I ever tried to have plastic surgery without the anesthetic, it prolly feel something like this.
-I seriously suspect that this skill must have somewhat originated from the Ming Dynasty's 1001 torture methods.

Then again, I'm willing to forsake my physical pain in exchange of more fulfilling pleasures; ANTM!!

Who needs love?