My face feels clean! Not the usual clean, but especially clean! It has been over a month since I went to Aunt Helen's and well, I thought I could do away regular facials now that I have my collagen and SKII. I was wrong! On normal days, my face is fine, but when the hated period approaches, hormones go haywire and that's the end of my face! All the angry pimples and clogged pores stick to my poor face like leeches! >: (
It was so nice resting onto the bed after a long day while Aunt Helen's nimble fingers work on my desperate face. It could have been good if she could work on my face in silence, but as a chatty woman, she couldn't stop yakking away and she was sharing with me about her charity work on her off-days. I gasped as she doesn't seem to be one who goes on charitable missions : / Hence, my impression of her changed after hearing about how she was going to break down when she was in front of the elderly destitute and how she forked out money to buy food for the homeless (She is not that mercenary after all - I thought she is only keen to hardsell me her skincare products) However, that beautiful impression of her was struck by a bolt of "You want to try our collagen mask? 100 bucks only" when I spoke about my beloved collagen. I told her that I had no money and she continued with her brushes with charity while applying mask on my face.
I could feel the mask absorbing the dirt from every single pore. I dozed off and half an hour later, Aunt Helen came back and washed the gunk from my face. She mentioned that it was the collagen mask that she mentioned earlier on and it would be her treat. I felt so touched that I could feel tears welling in my eyes : D (Wow, best of all, it's 99% collagen!) I told her it would be better that I pay her else I would feel very uncomfortable, but she dismissed my concerns and told me to come back after 3 weeks : )
Feeling hungry and attacked by a sudden craving for bak chor mee, I headed to Food Republic in Wisma Atria. Though it felt funny eating alone (I hate eating outside alone), guess it was fine after a while : ) Though King Kong called, I refused to pick up the calls. What's the point of talking after the day is going to end? Besides, I don't think there's much to talk too.
