My skin started acting all funny after the trip to singapore and im sad to report that it has blossomed into a full fledged, all-out bout of eczema. My extra-sensitive skin has been pretty much ruining my life these past few weeks. What with the itchiness followed by a few minutes of intense post-scratching pain and discolouring properties.. you can say i haven't been much of beauty lately.

After two or more weeks of procrastination, i went to the GP and he gave me a couple of creams which im proud to say have been showing results. Mwahaha.. finally no more sore rough spots (though the discolouration is still there). My random bouts of eczema is probably one of the most uncomfortable experiences i'll ever have. It's like you wake up in the middle of the night and feel really really thirsty. But it's not you, it's your skin. It's like having dried up sand for skin if you know what i mean. The sandy, dry feeling and the way it peels off when you touch it. And then when you scratch it the nasty burning sensation that follows. Bah.

My mum's been using this as an excuse to get rid of all our pets but this little handicap is not going to stop my animal obsession. Never. NADA. Lately i've been obsessing over the exotic shorthair cat which in my opinion is the most ugly and adorable cat ever. BEHOLD the awesome pudgy squishy-faced entity!





See! It's a short-haired version of the Persian AND includes all the persian's fantastic traits too. Affectionate and even more playful and attention-seeking than it's lazy long-haired counterpart. That's a bonus. Sigh so near yet so far away.. mew.

I think i need to get a few things off my chest before i decide to calm down and move on with my life.

First and foremost, i will swear never ever EVER to try and do a dance performance EVER AGAIN. Mainly because i do not want to ever EVER go through the mental and physical fatigue i had to go through before. The whole thing was just one giant hideous mistake. What was i thinking, confident that it was possible for little old me to manage a group of rambunctious hormone ridden teenagers?

As predicted the whole thing was a right FAILURE. And i was even lied to. The whole time her enthusiasm about our performance was just a flimsy ACT. She wasn't even looking forward to our practices. She didn't even like dancing in the first place. And boy was i fooled.

They've all failed me. And i've failed them. Hopelessness, despair, anger, hurt all balled up into one. The one day i decided that i could save it and WHAM, everyone bails. I thought we were all in this together. HAH big hoot.

But don't worry, i still love you all. It's just that at this moment, i feel like ripping your heads off and hanging them by a tree.