Face. Facial. Facialest?!

It's like as if I'm having an epiphany.

At 3am in the morning. Amidst all the sounds and flashes of thunder and lighting and pouring rain. 

Maybe I feel rather tired and restless and 无奈 because I've not been loving myself and taking care of myself enough. 

I mean like...the last time I ever had a facial was literally years ago. I should get myself started on it again else my face is like a chui mosh pit. (Mosh pit??!! Yeah well I couldn't think of a better word at this hour of the night. Or should I say morning?) wonder if my package is still valid though...sigh.

I was unable to get back to sleep earlier on. Nadya had woken when the thunder started and after I settled her down again with a warm milk bottle and a change of diaper, i found myself wide awake and.....

Suddenly realised that I sorely missed the feeling of a clean face which had just been under the deft hands of a facial therapist. A face rid of most of the whiteheads and blackheads and milia seeds and what have you gunk. 

Yup.

At 3am.

The strange things that people do lol. 

Well, the only thing I don't miss is the sales pressure that they sometimes put you through and how you feel vulnerable and self-conscious when they start commenting about your likes and wrinkles and dark eye rings and yada yada, in the hope that you'd feel worried enough to sign on extra stuff to your package or buy more peripheral beauty products. 

Brouhaha...

Maybe it's time to give the spa a call again and see if I can revive my facial package! 

Yes.

Before my face really becomes chui.