ze forehead

before anything else... i would like to vent out all my bad vibes from all the traffic! got stuck for around an hour because it's raining. people were blocking the streets in dire despair to get a cab. =[ 

*so okay... to the story...*

this is how you sport a forehead as wide as mine. :)))

i remembered when i posted a photo of me showing my wide forehead... someone actually commented that i have a wide forehead. *thanks for being the nth person to confirm* LOL. XD I think i promised that I would blog about how my wide forehead helped shape who i am now. LOL. hahahaha! well, I am still hoping some hair would grow down to my overly wide forehead to reduce its size. =))) so far.... no progress.

i remember clearly how my self-esteem was reduced to 0 from a hundred when i was in 4th grade. i was often called "floor wax". Give me a break... i was in grade school! i wasn't as tidy and clean. I was thinking of bullying boys or playing "luksong baka" after class; not combing my hair or putting on powder. I always thought doing so is too time consuming when i should be playing or bullying some of my "loser" boy classmates. But as soon as sebum production got active on my face (especially forehead), those boys immediately got back at me calling me "floor wax" (because my whole face was shiny. so shiny that ze glorious forehead reflects light. lol. idk. that's what they say...). that's when i discovered the amazing power of powder! i guess the only guy friend i had in grade school who never called me "floor wax" was my bestfriend (Arveen).

now i noticed i haven't blogged about him. :| haha! he's for another post. :) for now, here's a picture of us. lol. it's hard to find one where he looked normal. actually ended up posting his normal face with mine seemingly distorted. wth?

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okay. so where was i?

that time when i was being called "floor wax", i wasn't used to it YET. so i learned to comb my hair making sure it covers much of my face and forehead. lol. i looked asdfghjkl. awkward. don't even ask about my picture on my grade school yearbook. :|

eventually, after years of hearing people call you the same thing over and over again *no originality*, I got used to it. and i guess it made me somewhat "thick-skinned" because i learned to ignore what un-important people are saying. but not so much though. I know I have a lot of insecurities. (e.g. forehead, large pores, blackheads, stout-short legs, unequal eyelids, dark elbows and knees... etc.) But I know how to use them now to my advantage. hahahaha!!! well, it's a big work. But I still have to love whatever God gave me. may it be my wide forehead... or short legs. And i'm thankful for everything. Apparently, it's better than not having legs or a forehead... right?! right?! =))))

pardon my face and hair. took this when i woke up early this morning.

btw, bought a new planner yesterday... haha! study habits are coming back to me. :)

that's all for now. ttfn!

nyt!