As a teenager, I went through the usual puberty that resulted in my face resembling the moon.
No, not bright and white.. but damaged and uneven.
In layman terms, I had an acne problem that was comparable to a terrorist attack on innocent skin.
Even at that age, I had a myriad of products in the bathroom that most people won't use due to price because my parents place a lot of importance on physical beauty (and inner beauty) that manifested in their daughters and son also wearing braces.
(Yes. I had an awkward phase which I will never recover from and I have NO pictures to prove it)
When I first started working, a few months after my first salary, I found myself running out of my Clinique Mild soap. RM60 for a bar.
Handing over cash for that bar the first time made me feel like an adult because for the longest time, I felt guilty each time my Mum bought it. (Over-use of "TIME", excuse me)
That was the cliff before the drop.
Now I use Clinique's Mild Soap, Clarifying Moisture Lotion 2, Dramatically Different Moisture and Pore Refining Serum.
I also use this thing called Cure Natural Aqua Gel (which removes dead skin like magic)
I usually follow that with St. Ives' Apricot Scrub (I alternate between the pore/blemish one and fresh skin one)
All of which has become a normal daily routine for me.
I'm not sure when it came to be that my face products outweighed all other expenditures but it is these things that constantly remind me of how far I have come from the girl who refused to ask my parents for a new phone (even though mine was lost and I was using a very old, outdated model) because I always felt guilty when I spent their money.
I'm only saying this because I cleaned out my bathroom the other day and realised I had a large collection of rather costly face products.
In other none vain news, Friday was SJ's 25th birthday (when I first started blogging, she was 16).
The usual thing we do is go out and splurge on a good dinner.
This year, I decided to do something different (On the 18th).
I asked her what she wanted for dinner and OF COURSE she wanted to go to the Japanese restaurant where the owner and his chefs are cute.
Good food and eye candy; all us girls did not disagree with her choice.
I asked Nut to come without informing SJ of this as a sort of attempt at a surprise.
I also asked RyeBread which SJ sort of knew about but wasn't sure as there was no confirmation.
We also bought her a cake.
Only because I have never done so and 25 years deserves a bit of 'hoo' and 'rah'.
Midway through our dinner, Nut, Princess Jasmine and I got up for the bathroom. Nut and Princess Jasmine needed the bathroom but I needed to find the cake because I have no idea where it went to.
As I was standing outside the bathroom while Nut was in it, Princess Jasmine walked up to me and said "I DID IT".
We discussed and joked about asking SJ's eye candy to sing her the birthday song but I did not actually have the imaginary balls to do so.
Princess Jasmine has more than just imaginary balls.
She might just have real balls because she actually asked the waitress to ask him to do so and he agreed!
So we held our bladders and ran downstairs to motion for them to start.
(After Nut exited the bathroom, of course)
He walked out and started the chorus of Happy Birthdays.
SJ blushed and "Oh, Jesus Christ"-ed (although she is Buddhist) her way through the entire thing but I think she was genuinely happy (and embarrassed).
I think she was also glad that this time, there were more loud girls around the table to further liven up the night.
Thanks, girls.
[Yes, I'm blogging again because I'm currently writing and I need to get my words flowing so there is an ulterior motive behind this blogpost but what's written is truth]
