I've finally kicked the habit of peeling skin off my finger!

Thing is, I didnt do it consciously.

November is so stuffed full of things-to-do, exams, friends, work, tuition, exams, assignments and school. I ran along the pace not even stopping for breath towards the end. Then I broke the finish tape and there's nothing left. I caught up short and found an intact skin on my forefinger. It felt so out of place amongst the rest. Like it went for a face-lift without the rest.

And I didnt even notice its discomfort until Noreen, the manicurist, told my mom I "changed for the better". Whatever that means. I understand how you look at my disfigured finger. But the thing is, if you look past the bleeding and the layers of skin, you'll see that I dont hurt at all. It didnt matter to me to have that habit.

But yous should be happy for me! Coz that habit's gone. Just I dont know if its for good or just staying at bay.

Or simply coz I just picked up the habit of peeling my lips. Only that this time round, you wont see the layers of skin or bleeding. Lips are always moistened by saliva. And saliva heals its wound easily.

And suddenly I missed being kissed. Or hugged. Or snuggled.

Or that's just the bed calling out to me. Nite!