Monday, November 29, 2004

lesson #129: dazey duck

Went to get fat cells removed from my left eyelid this morning at a beautician's. Well, actually, it was the beautician's girlfriend's place. The beautician is called Joyce, or Joise (whatever it is, she pronounced it as Joise) and although she kept referring to the woman who owns the house as 'my girlfriend', I didn't dare ask if she meant 'my girl friend' or 'my girlfriend'.


In any case, it was a soothing experience because apart from removing fat cells, she gave me a facial - exfoliation, clogged pores cleansing, mask, massage, the whole package. The total came up to $60. At the end I walked out rather dazed. Later on in the day I scrutinized my face and wasn't very pleased to note that, despite the feel of my skin being super smooth and soft, an amount of tiny bumps have surfaced as a result of her clogged pore 'cleansing'. I hope they'll go down soon. I hope she knows what she's doing. I'm rather reluctant to go back to her girlfriend's (girl friend's?) place and kick up a fuss.