I had the initial plan to take advantage of the Boxing Day sales all around the island to do my New Year shopping, but I soon realized that waking up with a huge zit on my forehead isn’t going to make a fashion statement so here I am, humble, cosy and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the malls and shoppers. All because of a zit. Yuck.
I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.
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