permanent resident

It's affirmative. The rude, loud and red family of zits has decided to squat on my forehead.

After 2+ something weeks, they are still there. Unlike my DHL box of goodies, which is NOT here, yet. I'm about to freeze to death, and the DHL box is taking a leisurely world cruise. Last sighted in Frankfurt after disembarking from its SQ flight. After Bonz tracked it down, found that it finally arrived in UK on Monday.

Today is Wednesday, and still no sight of it.

Sigh.

I'm dead tired. And the best part of things is, everyone thinks I'm having an easy time studying. I seem to be clocking in more hours at school than doing any form of socialising, at all!

DANG! February project might be a bit of a disaster, me thinks.

Like that how to find men?! *yup i mean plural* At least one that might possibly make me permanent resident in THIS country. Hmmm or I could take a leaf out of the zits, squat here.