I like my weekends to resemble soul-search moments. Waking up early via my biological clock, reading inspirational articles and going all health freak over green juices and organic eats. These are part of the 'moments'. Unfortunately, moments like these are rare since I spent most my Friday nights drinking at some bar and waking up at noon the next morning. Who can you blame. Weekends are the time to go cray cray, but I admit this activity needs a short hiatus. My skin is already showing its distressed signals. Is this a sign of aging? 
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