After years of watching Today Tonight, you would think that I might have learnt a thing or two from all the burnt victims from bad reaction in some products, the cosmetic gone wrong scarred for life victims, the I lost all my hair from bad DIY dye job at home victims, etc.
The answer was a clearly NO. I always watched the program with such confidence and smirk on my face proclaiming those are just people with sensitive skin; that would never happen to me.
Lo and behold!
Within minutes (less than 5 perhaps?) of applying this lotion on my body (mainly my legs, my tummy and my arms); I got burnt bad. It was so hot and my skin flared up to this deep rich red that I never thought possible on my never sensitive skin. (Believe me, I’ve tried enough gels/lotions/moisturizer to know that)
And the culprit is…
女人我最大 (Queen) – Super Hot Body Shaping Essence.
I have to thank my quick thinking of cold shower and constant mist of Banana Boat’s Aloe Mist that helped calmed and soothe the angry red spots about half an hour later. Now my skin is back to normal, infact feeling softer than before from all the Aloe mist that I sprayed.
Phew, what a close call. At one point, I imagined the burn scars to be permanent, that leads to blisters, oozes funky shit and pigmented scars for life. I really thought that was the end of my life/appearance.
It has been MONTHS since I burnt my leg. No amount of heeling gel/blister pads/rosehip oil/bio oil/aloe vera gel/vitamin c oil/vitamin e serum/bb cream/scrubs could heal the scar that has gradually become an eye sore to me.
The scar looks as fresh as it has been recent but I swear all the discoloration is coming from underneath the skin. The scar is baby smooth to touch because of all the stuff that I have been rubbing religious into for months. I guess I should be grateful for the small little scabs around the main blister has completely heeled.
For this very reason, I have been shying away from my heels/shopping for shoes/looking down on my feet. I have been covering my feet with boots all winter long. While it does not look half as bad on these pictures, the scar actually look 10x more darker/angrier in person and this has been slowly killing me.
While many people I know kept telling me how tattoos are so addictive. For me, tattoo is not about an addictive issue. It is more about a certain mile stone/achievement/reminder for myself. Not so much as an exhibitionist; it is something rather personal and means something dearly to me.
Summer is coming up and it is just about the right time to get one. Seems like everything has panned out to how it is meant to be. Should I listen to all these little voices in my head?
P/S: Here’s a list of pretty celebrities with horrible tattoos. Most of them have ugly tattoo anyway.
The Chocolate Rush is going on for only two days. Yesterday and today. So it is a no go and I shall wait for another year. Pissed off.
UPDATE:
Le garçon got me these to cheer me up. I feel chocolate up my neck. So full and satisfying. Je rêverai du chocolat ce soir.
This year is truly not my year. Mishaps, accidents and plenty of bad luck has rained down on me. Now this is happening as well. This just in two days ago. It all started on a late afternoon with clear gloomy sky and the weather was rather average. No signs of wind or rain.
Out of no where, I heard a huge “BANG”. It resembled someone trying to smash the door or body slam a door. It was that loud. I even felt a slight vibration from the bang.
To my horror, it wasn’t my door that was slammed but the balcony’s window which explains the vibration. Immediately, I spotted this smudge vomit/shit on my window. Albeit, a huge one.
Take a look at the stain. It was ridiculous. Then, I spotted a paralyzed bird smacked in the middle of my balcony. I am guessing it’s a raven or I could be wrong. The floor had shreds of bird feather and pieces of blood near the window.
After being knockout for few minutes or so, the bird tried to flip one of its wing, moved a little, rolled over and died. JUST. LIKE. THAT.
And this is no small bird. It was as big as a tile which was almost the size of two of my palms. Freaky huh? What’s worst? The bird had blood coming out of its beak and it was all very surreal to see it go like that.
What bothers me more is that there is this saying about how when a bird flies into your house means that death is involve in the household. So this bird did not technically got in because the window was closed; does the same death omen applies then?
Also, of all the apartments why mine?
I wonder what type of superstitious meanings are out there when a bird killed itself on your window in your face.
Sigh. May it R.I.P. in my dumpster.
*WARNING: Gross picture ahead.*
About two weeks ago, I decided to make my very first lagsania. Turns out it is relatively easy to make and absolutely delicious. Just over kill on the cheese.
And this is the end result. So the thing is, I was trying to scoop some sauce from the bottom of the dish once it was fresh out of the oven so it doesn’t stick to the dish. However, I think either the scooper was too huge or I was scooping too hard a huge slob of sauce flew and landed directly on top of my right feet.
I was in so much pain and shock I did not react as quickly as I should have. I stood there 15 secs screaming and staring at my feet when I should have ran it under cold water to stop the burning process.
A week later, it became like this. Ah, the horror. It has been oozing out these layers and layers of clear gel-like substance. No pus just layers of dead skin and clear + sometimes bloody substance.
It is not considered infected right?
Fingers cross I don’t get a scar on my feet.
No more lagsania for a long long time for me.
This past week I have fallen ill and have lost my entire appetite and sleeping schedule because of it. This is the same week I have realized that I am not a good sick patient either.
I have been spotted with ice cream, curry, chocolates and um, chips to compliment the flu, cough and horrible headaches.
Not only that, I have been clocking 4-5 hours sleep per day at weird hours and is frustrated with how all the tissue supply at home is running dangerously low and yet refuses to step out to fish some new supply.
I guess the cold has finally gotten the better of me.
Oh! Did I not mention it is the 5th month into 2008 and I have lost a whopping 8 kg in 4 months. At this rate, I am going to hit 40kg in no time. (However, some how I still feel like a hippopotamus.)
Vegetarian and being sick definitely played a huge part in losing weight but believe me I am not going on some crazy crash diet that are more often than not rated as unsuccessful.
Thank God for TV for keeping me sane lately. I have been watching Australia’s Next Top Model 4, A Shot At Love 2, Gossip Girls and Desperate Housewives.
I have also been playing way too much Shaiya then I should. I am totally addicted to it right now and as if I need another obsession to fill up my already over-cramped lifestyle. Huge mistake for checking it out at the first place.
House is a huge mess right now. Every corner and every surface is covered with either clothes, cups, magazine, balled-up-snot-filled tissues, empty bowls, CUPS, books, blanket, socks and God knows what. I admit I can be somewhat a slum when I fall sick.
In fact, my head is a huge mess right now. I am typing whatever that is racing through my mind right now which explains the incoherent sentences.
I better go get some rest.
P/s: It is almost 8pm on a wonderfully cold Saturday morning and I am about to go to bed. Yes, been awake for more than 24 hours now. Sigh.
In no way I look half as decent as the above picture right now but I like to look at it and remind myself I am still human despite the fact that I am living like a pig right now. A starving pig that has no appetite that is.
