continuation..

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

well, that's all i want to say.
well, not really.
new year, new pimple. a big red dot up in my forehead.
can you imagine me? hahahahaha
actually, after we did our science project in december, my mother surprised me by saying we're going to the derma. the derma? i was like "why?" and she actually looked at me like i was some kind of a bonehead. she told me that she doesnt like looking at my face. ouch! don't worry, im not really hurt or going to be scarred for life by that comment. i know that what my loving mother mean is that my face is not that beautiful compared to rest of the family and my flawless relatives. it has always been a mistery in our family (and relatives) why pimples always pop out of my face. it's been years since i did not have a pimple on my pathetic face. and because of my pimple-less family, i cannot say that it is genes. man, it sucks. i must be adopted. i guess it must be my hormones. you can't say it's the environment or the food i eat because i live at the same place and eat the same things with them. well, of course it's my hormones. im supposed to be in love with more than 20 people-boys and girls. ah yes, my pimples are my punishment for my polygamistic ways. but you know what, i dont care. im not going to break up with any of them. they are my lifelines. to hell with pimples.
but then, that's not what momsy thinks. so she dragged me to the derma. and the cruel derma (he's in broadview, hope that gives you a clue since i dont want to mention his name) pricked all the pimples he can see with that big magnifying glass he has. he pricked (or a more appropriate word stabbed) them callously that i can feel my eyes watering. when i consulted my face with the mirror, aagghhh...my whole face is red and bloody. okay, not that bloody. but it turns out i have a lot of pimples and they are bleeding. it hurt so much that i remember wanting to bang face against the smooth white walls of the office. before we left, he told us to buy 6 products in his storage room. all those products which are suppose to cure my pitiful face reach up to more than P2,000! and that did not include the doctor's fee yet. my mom did not look at all happy after hearing that. oops. sorry. i just told her that those would be my xmas and new year's gift from her.
after the skin, the teeth. we went to see a dentist friend of momsy to fill the holes of my teeth. but even before she began, the marmoset (my y. bro) asked for some water. since the dentist can't provide anything for him, he drank the water that i was supposed to gargle with. but because it has some drops of listerine, he spit the water out obviously not liking the taste. and that h2o with saliva, listerine and who knows what germs sprayed all over my newly pricked bloodied face and the dentist's hair. boy, was the dentist mad. but not as mad as momsy. not only was that she embarrassed but the derma dude also said not to wet my face for 24 hrs. the dentist was talking to my mom about today's children being spoiled and my mother was scolding the marmoset and the marmoset was lamely defending himself and i was...i was just looking and taking in the wonderful sight while my face is stinging with saliva attack. what a life!
so you see why i cant come to the mtap. my face is just horrible. :)