black rings

i was knocked out for at least eleven hours on the flight back to london. but i still have panda eyes so i might have to resort to buying a tube of concealer to help myself. the thought of having to spend more time on my already very vain self (you know, polishing nails is already a pain in the butt!) will cause me to shove that thought aside and wait until i'm forty and just surgerize away the black rings and saggy skin. one time i spent a whole afternoon with elaine to try and find a concealer that would match my skin but came away with everyone of them making my bags look very purple. one counter lady said: "oh..you'll just have to use foundation all over your face then!" that's when i gave up.

since the chinese new year diet of bak kwa and pineapple tarts did not help me shed my pounds, i am going on a new detox diet. only very wholesome and lean food. not too much fruit because they're full of calories and i LOVE fruit so it's going to be tough. please ask me about it frequently so i am on my toes. no more chocolates and cookies from the office pantry. but i was told by the sinseh who massaged my ankle that i can't walk too much on my left foot so that the swelling will go down-- so i have top devise non-foot exercise. i am thinking floor swimming (belly on the floor, limbs simulating swimming) or air cycling (back on ground, legs in the air).

i cried at the airport as i parted with my family. i was so sad to leave. ten days is such a short time and although i know them all intimately, i feel like i don't know them at all. once i'm away, they get on with their lives and i with mine. it's been like that for three years already and i wish i could spend more time with my sisters who are fast becoming beautiful young women. i'm missing out on the regular boy talk, the gossip, the shopping and just those lazy days of falling asleep on each others' beds.

how do i have my cake and eat it?