Clear!

I woke up and to be honest this is the first time in so many months that I have woken to a clear complexion (well, almost) what can I say, apart from this one zit, which will go probably tom, I can proudly say I am nearly blemish-free. Not exactly flawless but at least now I can look at myself in the mirror without cringing. Must be divine intervention. Since I have tried almost all. Spent too much. Consulted a lot. And this is the only ritual that would work. Great heavens. Why didn't I learn this years ago? So, so far I am at peace with my skin, I truly hope this would remain. I'm just so tired. I may never be flawless but who am I to complain? when I am acne-prone half my life, this would far be the most I can ask for...

Reading The Kite Runner

It was a breezy Thursday and I decided to read the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. And the moment I started the first page, I am not sure if I was able to put the book down. Kleenex upon Kleenex I used up. I spent the whole day finishing the book. It is not often you get to experience a powerful story that I am definitely sure will haunt me for days. I cried for the friendhip, tragic loss, the truimph and the redemption.  Reading the novel is like going through a journey of a young boy's life.

The Boy who Cried

Lately and unexpectedly came a sign of progress in our conventional relationship. Out of the blue, Amry found a way to conveniently and cheaply seek me out. And that is through Viber. His loyal friend taught him the basics. And by far, has made our conversations lengthy, interesting and more often. I mean, we ran out of things to talk about but we just dont get tired of looking at each other, absorbing the sight of one another, its really true, u dont really need words to express how u feel. One minute we were laughing and the next, he wipes his tears away. I have never, in this life experience having a man cried of missing me. I can see his pain of wanting to touch but couldn't. I know how happy he feels seeing me but then there's always this internal battle within him that asks, "when will i feel you again?". Oh my darling, I am always with you. And we will be together again soon.