Falling hair. Acne breakouts. Delayed monthly period.

Stress can really give you a hard bitchslap on the cheek sometimes and make you believe that you’re one fugly retard. So I promised myself before finishing the show that in the next 2 weeks that I’d have my break (YES LOA FTW), I’d “find ME” and pamper it to no end (to perhaps feel a li’l beautiful again).

BUT HOLY MADDERFADDER GADDEMMET WHY MUST IT BE SO EXPENSIVE?!?!? I must’ve already spent a month’s worth of salary over ridiculous and senseless things and WTF I’m only halfway through my break!

Day 1: Foot spa, manicure and pedicure. I also bought myself some make-up and a fancy Halloween costume for my nephew, which was totally worth it because he was the cutest thing in the world at the Trick or Treat event.

Day 2: ZOMG. SPA. Pampering at its best. The lady who attended to me put some cream on my hair, locked me in a sauna cubicle thingy, poured honey all over my body, scrubbed every inch of my skin with sea salt, wrapped me in chocolate and I mean the edible kinda chocolate and then massaged me with aromatic oil (while I was naked the entire time). With all those “ingredients” put on me, I kinda wanted to eat myself… ^_^;; Hehe. -YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT >_> – It was 3 hours of heaven, except that it was extremely awkward at first because she “fondled” me in places other people haven’t even seen before. Pricey but awesome!!!

Day 3: Shopped for some new clothes (gawd knows I need them) and guess what, I finally had my braces removed! Yatta!

Day 4: Uhm, slept the whole day. What do you know, I didn’t have to spend a penny.

Day 5: This is the climax of the story. I’ve long planned to have my hair colored and styled to make me the “HARAJUKU CHICK” I really am. When I went to the salon, I asked how much it was and the price was rather reasonable. I was introduced to the stylist and then the glamorization began.

Kring: Tom, make me look like them *shows photos of Mika Nakashima, Boa, Hyori and other random Asian girls*

Tim: Okay! What hair color do you want or would you like me to choose for you?

Kring: Anything! You decide. Just make me look like a rakstaaaarrrr! \m/

Tim: I’d give you a darker base then some golden highlights, eh?

Kring: But I’d like it kinda reddish…

Tim: Done. Will add copper. Tri-colored hair, you’d have! Foooowwwhh!!!

Too bad for the naive me who thought the highlights were part of the coloring package. Yes, I loved the new ‘do but not how much it cost me. WTFakitifak. My eyes almost popped out when the lady told me the total amount. No human being in her right mind should spend that much for hair. I was seriously on the verge of running away and doing a 1-2-3 as balls of sweat started to form on my temples and I could feel the lump on my throat.

I hesitatingly gave her my credit card and prayed that my dad won’t throw me out of the house once he sees the bill. Budden I still have next week, with plans of night-outs with friends and trips around and outside the metro. I cry, kids. I cry with my wallet.

Now I just want to fly a kite. And play Word Factory. And read a good book while muching on pan de coco and drinking Ovaltine. And I want a boyfriend. Preferably a cute, smart, talented one with money. Demmet.