Cikenpok

So if you thought getting bulldozed and ambushed at the wise age of 24 by chicken pox virus would suddenly hit oneself with an epiphany on the outrageous level of superficialness that the world operates at and that kind of seemingly profound BS, well, you are clearly misunderstood.

If anything it has made me even more vain.

You can't put the entire blame on me for being too dramatic.

You should see the size of the poxes oh my GLORIOUS GODDDD help me~ They are unbelievably huge, like the crates on the surface of the moon I swear. Nothing speaks ugly louder than looking into the mirror right now.

With the prospect of me possibly starting work pretty soon, all I could think of is how horrible I would look on my first day of work. I even started to come up with excuses to postpone my first day at work if the scars haven't all faded yet but I don't think they would appreciate it since I've already missed out on an opportunity once before. Tell me how much shallow-er can one be.

I know I know I've heard it all, went through it all in my head but right now I just want to be a pessimist. Let me pretend that my fate is actually doomed, more tragic than Giacomo Casanova's first love, Lucia.

They felt in love in their teens, until one day Giacomo has to go to the city to continue his study in becoming a minister or something. While patiently waiting for her love to come back, Lucia caught the virus that I've caught and still am fighting right now. She told her parents to move her to a barn behind the house, tied her legs and hands to prevent her from scratching all over. When the worst has passed she looked in the mirror and found that while her body has been spared, her face was disastrous, having trashed her head like a maniac into the bed sheet and squashing all the poxes, yellow pus oozing out (ewww!). She decided to never let Casanova saw her that way and asked her parents to tell him when he came back for her that she died from the virus. The rest as they say is history. Giacomo, instead of becoming a priest/minister/etc, went on to deflower all nuns and women he came in contact with by the infamous name Casanova and his first true love Lucia became a high-end escort in Amsterdam infamous for her mysteriousness for constantly wearing a veil across her face. I'd say, they truly were meant to be!

Moral of the story? Looks is just like a house made of cards. It will come crumbling down at some point. Pointless shit.

On the other hand, there are people who made a luxurious living by building house of cards. And laser rejuvenating skin treatment for scar removal on the face costs about RM1200.