I have a mother of all pimples on my forehead.

When I look at myself in the mirror, it seems like i have a red headlight. Something to guide my pathway. Cheyybah. Guide pathway kepalahotakkaula Awing.

It's so irritating and painful and itchy. At first I thought it was a mosquito bite and I cursed the non-existent mozzie. But upon closer scrutiny, I see the beginning of a white pus. Nice. Just nice.

I had a pimple on the entrance of my nostril and now I have one more on my forehead. Where next? At the entrance of my ear?

I relaxed my hair. I succumbed to the pressure of the world filled with straight hairs. But it's not rebonded ok sila~ So it's not so bad. It almost looks like I'm born with straight hair. Almost. And I'm not used to looking at myself all ironed out.

But one good thing about it is that, I make a pretty good impression of Paul Twohill from Singapore Idol. I can shake my head and every single strand of my hair will shake too. This is of course, as opposed to my then-hair put in place with wax. Eh aku suka lah dia, si Paul not-one but Twohill tu. So unique and different. My brother is disgusted by him though, because he said that when Paul talks, he can see small rivers of saliva at the corners of his mouth. But who notices that when you're busy looking at his one kohled-eye, right?

And speaking about Singapore Idol, my mum has the hots for Jonathan Leong. The one with the 'bedroom eyes, bedroom voice', according to Jacintha Abishegenaden (action lah Awing, can spell).

When my mum talks about Jonathan, she gushes ok. The word is 'gush', understand. I've never seen her behave like a schoolgirl before. She said he's very charming. And that he's got a 'penarik walaupun mata dia sepet'.

Go figure.