blame it on love (and unfortunate genes)

yesterday I pampered myself. I met my best friend after work, had some ice-cream and dragged her to Watsons where they were having a sale. I happily purchased some products I hoped would somehow mend my broken, blemished face.

so far, so good.

I have lousy combination skin- it is a product of my father's over-oiled glands and my mother's pimply genes. so sometimes, being related sucks. Sins of the Parents maybe, ha ha.

anyway, last night my sister announced one of her friends is getting married this December. maybe this girl is crazy, I thought. apart from her, I can't think of anyone else who could possibly know what she wants at such a young age. look at me, I'm 19 and the first few paragraphs of this entry will tell you how ready I am for marriage.

the last time I checked, the biggest decision I was burdened with yesterday was whether strawberries or kiwis made better exfoliators (strawberries won, by the way. and now I actually have better skin.)

at 19, I am lame, aloof and clumsy. I don't see myself getting or at least sounding wiser in 4 years' time.

so how in the world can my sister's friend say yes to a man she's only known for 10 months, at 24 YEARS OLD?

I'm afraid this mystery will never be solved.

oh what the hell, let's just blame it on love.