So I waited almost an hour before I got to see the revered dermatologist. Finally, my turn came. I sat before her meekly, praying that she would have the answer to my derma woes. She could not diagnose it. BUT she could treat it. It will hence be either a 3 week process or a 3 month ordeal, depending on which of her 2 guesses is right:

1. It's a normal flare-up. Straightforward oral and topical medication will solve the problem.
2. It's a hormonal change that affects some women in their mid-20s (no prizes for guessing if I fall into that category). They call it "female adult acne". This is slightly more drawn-out and will take 3 months to control, monitor and hopefully cure.

Come to think of it, I never had acne problems as a teen. So I'm thinking puberty missed me along the way? And if it IS puberty, I shall be looking forward to bigger boobs :)

Alright, enough about me for the day. I shall spew my daily irrelevant mumbo jumbo about Star Wars. This evening (closer to night, actually) on my way home, I noticed a tall, bald ang moh guy standing at a traffic light that was red. It was really dark (I told you it was almost night) and the red light cast a shadow on his face (along with shadows of tree branches). For a second there, I thought he looked a helluva lot like Darth Maul. Freaked me out hey.

Right, back to me now. Once I complete my course of antibiotics for the fever that I am recovering from, I will have to begin another course for my acne. I've got so much medication in my body now it's not funny. Earlier while watching Smallville, they showed a penitentiary sign. It took me 3 whole seconds to register what a penitentiary was. It's not that I don't know, it's just that it took so long to register. I kept thinking it meant cemetary. Don't ask me why.

Ok, that's it for tonight. Look out for tomorrow's instalment of Star Wars as told by moi.