i'm learning to get over it, i'm over it. although cesi didnt believe me. at all. this month is so packed, with school stuff and inter-school stuff. however, it makes me feel more as a high school student. i got a few more confessions to make. and finish my overloaded list of books to read. well the book's are more 'in my face' since it's in my room waiting to take turns.

oh shit, i cant go to A2 for now. i have to wait till october. they'll see my term test. ok larh.

my pimples are sheerly irritating. people said "dont think about it" well hey, it's on my fuckin' forehead, and irritating, how can i not think about it while its always hurting my head or brain whatever. i have this certain skin sensitivity from my dad, genetically. but what makes it different is that he suffered on the body, i suffered on my face which creates severe acne 'flood'.

i think experience is the best teacher in the whole wide world.


i'll start an essay about it after i found some reference. haha



i'll see ya