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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
my body thinks i'm in new zealand

Which probably explains why its 5.50am Malaysian time and I'm wide awake. It should be about 10am in New Zealand now.

It's great being back home.

I am yet to explore the changes in this small town of Seremban. However I'm not expecting anything significant. This town feels dead sometimes. It's like a picture. It doesn't change. But it's home. And there is no place like home.

I miss heaps of Malaysian food when I was in NZ. Now that I'm back here, I don't know where to start. I finally had "lau shu fen" last night. Bliss.. Still many more food to taste (lau shu fen: directly translated it means "mice powder". It's actually a type of chinese noodles. The noodles look a little like rat tails. I'm guessing that's where it got it's name.)

My dad's first reaction in the airport when he saw me after 10 months was: "WAH.. so many pimples.." When I reached home, my mom commented on my face AND on my weight. ARGH! There was a time when there was no blemish AT ALL on my face. The last time I had that face was when I was 17. Even SPM didn't damage my face. And then I went to college. That's when it all started. University made it even worse. And NZ makes people fat. So when I came back home, I was pimply and fat. ARGH! However, it seems that's what always happen, and everyone assured me that I'll lose all the weight when I'm in Malaysia. As for my face, I'm finally undergoing treatment.

It's kinda funny how my parents got to meet the doctor that's treating my face. I think the story started when my brother got a cut on his finger and the blood flow wouldn't stop. So my parents took him to the nearest doctor, which is the doctor that I'm currently seeing. Later on, my mother had lumps on her throat, and she consulted this doctor as well. The medication that she prescribed helped my mom alot. She told my mom to go back and see her if the lumps didn't not fully subside, and there's no more medication left. Yesterday, my mom took the last of her medication, but she said that the lumps have not fully subside. So she decided to see the doctor, and my dad suggested that she took me along to ask about my skin.

When we reached the clinic, the doctor treated my mom first, which took only 5 minutes. She then turned to me and say, "And your pimples! Aiyoo..". Apparently the main causes of my acne was high levels of stress, hormones and my scalp. So she gave me a facial wash for acne prone skin, some kind of shampoo for my hair (the shampoo is poisonous and it's pink. Yeah. Pink.), and 15% Alpha Hydroxide gel to prep my face for a 35% chemical peel on Friday. I'm guessing this is to get rid of the scars. Then we'll see how things go. This means that I'm not going to meet anyone other than family for a while.

God gave me a new heart. Let's pray that this treatment works so that I can have a new face. And after that maybe a new hairstyle. Haha..

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D I V A at 5:45 AM
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