Well, apparently, communal prayer efforts didn't pay off like what God promised. I think God couldn't be bothered about my rotting skin. I couldn't take it anymore and right after my ARP discussion, i took off to Kovan to see the infamous skin doctor opposite SRJC.

doc: wha... so long never come visit me har. so wad is it this time?

me: er... same problem?

doc: oh, look up? hm.... turn side ways... hm... so what you apply on your face?

me: er...

doc: i said so many times don't apply things on your face.... har... things you can buy off shelf don't apply ok....

me: *wat the fuck!?!*

doc: how many times you wash your face?

me: *contemplating* er...

doc: must wash 4 times... how many times must tell you... 4 times... okae? your skin hor... cannot apply anything.... ok....

me: *#$@#$$^%^&*

how he hear my psychic response, i have no idea. he replied without having me to respond verbally. he must have done some doctorate degree in Hogwarts specialising in some telepathy thingy.

Here's the total damage:

cleanser and cream: $56
antibiotics: $22
flawless skin: priceless.

there're just some things money can't buy. but i think i just did with $78 and 2 months time.

Today i met my strategic management module group mates for discussion. Me and Rong Shan was talking about going to a doctor and all. One of my group mates appeared concern and asked "What doctor? Why you need to see doctor?"

i replied i need to consult my dermatologist.

She then ask innocently,"Oh why you need to see your dermatologist?"

Rong Shan burst into a hysterical fit, and said, "STILL NEED TO ASK MEH!?!"

*$@%#$%^$^%*