A few weeks ago I was chatting to this girl getting my nails fixed (a part of the nail biting cure, if it looks alright, perhaps I'll think twice before chewing it off, ugh). She was heavily made up with a sullen mouth, eyes lidded with what looked like lamp black, pierced nose. Not very attractive to me. She seemed a bit off. She asked me to guess her age. She looked above 20 at least, but it could be the makeup. I hazarded 18, she was 16. She told me she was rebelling from her parents. School wasn't for her. She wanted to become a beautician. Her boyfriend worked as a welder or something. She was making a hash of my nails.

What can I say? What did she want? I wanted to listen and I wanted to like her. I felt that what she was doing wasn't the wisest course of action, but you never know do you? I don't want to be officious, meddlesome, I'm hardly qualified to advise anyone.

Lunched on a whole mango. Even if it was just a Thai mango, it felt good. Fruit cravings. A fruit vampire must have bitten me in my sleep last night. I can't help smiling broadly at the thought of a fruit vampire.

I met H-man today morning, he's nicer than I think he is, sometimes. I grudge him none of his interviews. I honestly felt glad for him. Especially because none of them were my schools. Ah, my soul is twisted, what can I do? I have almost resigned myself to not hearing from them now. Pity. It would have been good for me.

I was killing time last evening, I walked into a beautician and they obligingly gave me a free consultation. Five years ago, they would have consulted me into a self conscious wreck. Yesterday I just listened solemnly. Hyper pigmentation, yes, yes, PH imbalance, yes, yes, tell me more, Stubborn pores, yes, those pores never listened to a word I said. She prescribed a package of a thousand dollars for me. I played the "but chemicals will kill my skin" card and promised to come back later.

Silly people. Making money off other people's insecurities. Especially since I wasn't convinced it made any long term improvement. In the end, you are reduced to regularly pouring this kind of money out. Of course I don't know what I am talking about. These are but my impressions.

Sudoku time has been bettered. The time is at 5.02 minutes now at the Evil level. Who's your daddy!