red.dots.

My face is now full of red dots after a free facial treatment by my mom. It's actually just a torturing process to get rid of those pimples and blackheads on my face. Everytime she does that, all I feel is pain pain pain. Tears and sweat then make their appearance. I think that torture is worth it. That's better than having those dirt trapped underneath my skin. I guess I'll just humiliate myself if I were to go to any facial centre as I'll be yelling like a mad lady. I might even scare off all of their clients. I'm still thinking if I should go for jogging tomorrow morning since I've made a decision to jog every weekday except when it's raining. Kinda worried to go out with this kinda face. In order to piss me off, some of my friends will say, "People go to park to jog, not to see you also." Yes, I couldn't agree more. Furthermore, all those people in the park are above 30. There are more aunties than uncles. Still, I practise my habit of observing people around me even though they are strangers to me. What can I do beside observing them? Jogging alone is kinda boring, you know.