janicebks

2.7 years ago I met a random guy on vacation. In an obligatory fashion as societal niceties require, I told him I would visit him “someday”. Our eccentric long distance relationship continued. And continued, with trans-pacific trips, expensive phone calls, long letters and heartfelt e-mails. And then I realised I did really love him.

I could have married him. Like all the other men I’ve gone out with, he brought it up. But I have too much pride. I’m not going to be his young Asian bitch (not that he would have ever saw me like that). So I went into the corporate world, put on a suit and went through possibly the most unhappy, repressed two years of my life ever. It is pretty amazing how I’ve emerged still sane, still optimistic and hopeful.

It was worth it. I now have the visa label in my passport and I’m leaving the country to be with my man in 3.5 months. Of course being an immigrant have its share of issues; but who cares! I’m going to Australia!

i was bored. so i decided to give it a go. after all, i was only filling in some details to check my eligibility for an online application, right? so i go on. about 10 minutes later, i’ve moved seamlessly into filling in personal details. weird, i think, this eligibility check thing is really long. then i get this page asking me for my credit card details. um, sure. what, the back button doesn’t work? wtf?

sigh. and that is the story of how i accidentally applied for immigration. the days following were spent taking lots of leave to get penal clearance checks, medicals, scanning the stuff etc. not too mention much agony over my credit card debt (RM6,290.55!!!!!!) i’m all set now, the meds have actually been finalised. but thanks to the holiday season, there’s a delay in processing and the suspense is pretty much killing me.

hoping to be with my baby by october this year. can hardly wait. would leave earlier but my sis-in-law got knocked up and i don’t want to miss out on the excitement of being a first time aunt. now how on earth am i gonna get the hundreds of books in shelves all the way there? hmmmmm.

it was lunch and i have a credit card. plus the dermie was 5 minutes away from the client. feeling a little crazy, i popped over and waited 45 minutes for him to see me. upon appraising the pockmarked surface of my skin, he basically crushed my hopes by telling me short of surgery, the scarring would always be apparent.

sigh.

he could however, fry the long term cysts implanted in my dermis off. so i awaited another hour, with dollops of anaesthetic cream all over my face before going under the laser. the experience may be summed up to:
a) unpleasant sizzling sounds
b) the stench of burnt flesh
c) pain where the nurse neglected to anaesthetize me

my skin’s still a little scabby but i can see some improvement already. anyway, nothing (not even a bill of RM600) beats the satisfaction of successfully squeezing the pus and acne out of my face. i probably lost a pound on that alone.

next up: microdermabrasion + laser…