i hate kids

i am having a bad breakout these few days. and breakout i mean those ******* ******* on my face. it never stops i guess.. it gets better for a while, then gets bad the next day. im soo pissed, but on the other hand, so helpless.. it could be the stress from block tests (ya im actually studying), late nite sleeping? (no.. i've miraculously been able to sleep early and wake before 12am these few days..) or the biscuit and roti pratas that i eat when my ***** mum din cook.

i cant pretty much do anything about the situation to hide it.. i still have to go out and face people in the public, stumble into new people, meet friends, and show myself to many many peoples. and its not the best way to present yourself with all those annoying acne on your face. (its called acne, not pimples anymore.. =() unless i wrap myself like those afghan zabors.

maybe people feel sympathetic, or concerned, or they tease u in their heart for the unsightly sight, or they just cant wait to walk away. but let me tell you, it all shows thru your body language...




your stare




secretly laughing




looking at other places




shocked




more shocked




semi shocked




very shocked




disgusted




turned off..




or sucking your feet.



it all shows u know? i know that everyone like pretty stuffs, not scarred, not blemished, not reddish. i noe its an eyesore, but just bear with it while i try my best to get rid of it.. the least u can do is not treat it like an infectious disease, point at it and *runs for ur mama*. i know most people are sensitive enough not to do that..


but i just had to meet with this ******* 3-5 year old kid.


i was on bus on my way to school getting some stuffs done. i din really want to get out with my severely tampered complexion, but if i dun get the stuff done my mum will kick me. so i was on low-morale, low-confidence, low-spirits, hoping everything will be completed asap.

i sat at the last row. soon, a mother with her 2 kids boarded the bus and sat beside me. i think the boy was pretty cute but was too engrossed in studying my econs notes (...). i like kids actually (it ended after tt bus trip), some of them are cute and naive and innocent. but they also say watever they like just like they can just cry for anything they want.

i noticed the boy was different. he seemed to be afraid of sitting beside me. and i realise he had this..





look on his face.


then.. he mumbled to his mum while pointing to me.










"mummy .... have... red spots.. a lot...."










no wonder.



i was heartbroken. i wanted to cry. tt din help at all to my all-low mood. he treated me like a monster. a monster who had terrifying children-eatting spots on his face. a weirdo who painted red spots on his face with crayon. a person from another country who has red-white skin colour. whatever whatever,

he treated me differently.



and he was just a kid.

maybe u think i will forgive his remark since he was just a kid.

but no. he pricked me in the heart and my sadness turned to anger. i wanted to kill him. tts not the way for a kid to be curious. a kid should just comment on spongebob squarepants, hello kitty, power rangers, or lightning mcqueen, or just sing his abc song.

but this kid did a murderous act that could drive a depressed person to suicide. and i wanted to. i had no more mood for econs. luckily i reached my stop else i would had kick him to germany to watch world cup.




or be the ball.

guys. i really am doing something to my face and trying to end the catastrophe. but its not as easy as u think u noe. its so annoying and never-ending and sometimes really disheartening. i am trying my best to fix my complexion asap also. really.. :]






btw, i curse the boy to have endless pimples breakout when he reach his freaking puberty. not hairs, but pimples everywhere. YES!!