Will you sacrifice your comfort
Make your way in a foreign land
Make your way in a foreign land
Right. This happens to be the second Confessions On A Dance Floor track title that's giving us blogger's block, because we have no idea how to tie in the track title and lyrics to whatever we intend to blog.
But we have reached a point where we decided that, if we don't simply blog anyhow we will never be able to get on with blogging.
So.
Isaac.
Paul suggested Isaac somebody (Mizrahi?), who'd designed clothes for Madonna. But that topic might suit right-brained people more.
Then we thought that, since we're going on holiday for Chinese New Year, why not take the opportunity to just keep our eyes peeled for anyone, anyone, named Isaac so we could just blog about it.
Fuck it, we're just gonna use Isaac Mendez from Heroes as our inspiration.
See, Isaac Mendez can see and draw the future on canvas. In our case, we can already see the future on canvas but we don't have to bother drawing it. The canvas here in question is our face. The future is zits. Bloody, bloody zits.
So come Monday we happen to actually pop one (gods how does it look larger than the lump that's been on the face all this time?) and on Tuesday, another one that we thought wasn't ready (but apparently was, and this time we couldn't believe how something large could get through a tiny pore) yet. And we could see that there was more to come.
And we're on holiday in Bangkok. With new zits showing up every single fucking day. We are not, absolutely not, getting in front of our camera, not until this clears up. Already we made use of Paragon's lovely clean toilet to pop another one. We guess we must have been making a rather big fuss about it too, as today even the family started pointing out laser treatment beauty centres to us.
Well, one thing we learned about Bangkok is that pharmacies around here are even more rampant than in Malaysia. So we've picked up a small bottle of Dalacin-T, the first time we've ever resorted to the stuff.
Oh, Happy Chinese New Year yeah! If only we'd seen that our future was gonna be full of receiving mass-text CNY greetings overseas. T_T
9 comments:
Talk about degrees of separation! How did you link the word Isaac!
But anyway, my cousin? He's flying back on Saturday night. Sorry folks. But I'm driving him back and I'll make sure to cop a deep wrenching hug.
WAKAKAKA... zits! where on the face? am sure it's barely noticeable if u stand far enough kan? powder it up lar. hahaha
the power of photoshop.
good thing i didn't reply your msn!
sms... LOL.
Zits??? Your face is usually pretty clear I thought. Oh well, take it as a sign that you're still young. :P
will skip the sms and save you a few ringgit by wishing you Happy Chinese New Year here.
i hate isaac mizrahi. don't you think he's the campy version of christopher lloyd?
oh i was waving in your iphone and wished u happy new year! and you made me purr. ;)
Purring lagi. Aiyer. :P
Savante: Sorry no cure. Pictures for proof!
Ah-Bong: We can only hope that we stand far enough. And we don't do cosmetics la. :S
Daniel Henry: We didn't know you were still overseas then! Sorry ya. ;P Ya munkin have to Photoshop the very teruk ones.
Ban: We've mixed (normal/oily) skin. Oh zits comes every now and then, like dandruff. Usually stress. Don't know about this time.
Henry Yeo: Kung Hey Fatt Choy to you too!
Adrien: You weren't actually that small on the iTouch you know - we were on Meebo. :P Stroke stroke touch touch.
Sam: He won't be purring if you spill ice tea on him.
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