<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/5807010?origin\x3dhttps://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script> <iframe src="http://www2.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=19146978&blogName=It+was+all+just+pain.&publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&navbarType=BLUE&layoutType=CLASSIC&homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwonders-inbetween.blogspot.com%2Findex.html&searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fwonders-inbetween.blogspot.com%2Fsearch" height="30px" width="100%" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" id="navbar-iframe" frameborder="0"></iframe> <div id="space-for-ie"></div>
Wednesday, January 05, 2005?
so for the first time since i don't know when.. i trim my nails. and i really mean trim.

not that all these while i hadn't! gosh.. i have a way in cutting my nails la.. yeh. and that way always gets me into trouble with mrs vivian tan. even though i cut them, it's still considered long. hm. go figure.

i wouldn't cut it if it weren't for my g(: i play better now!! i can play michelle's till i get over you. except for the chorus because my fingers aren't long enough to reach those frets!!!!!!!!!!!!

sucks to my fingers.

and my height. haha. hahahha. xinfang may look super innocent but she's mean! evil! i almost slapped her like valencia told me to.

val's on my side because she feels for me and can relate to me. if you know what i mean.. heh.

it was hard for me to be comfortable with my own fucking height. and when i did, most people out there are always so discriminating.

remember i mentioned about my life being a series of lost opportunities? today was another example.

saw arisa and she was like, "are you going home?"

i thought for about 3 seconds. "yeh why not?" i told her i was taking 163 and she was like, okie i'll take 163 with you.

that is why i just adore her. she's spontaneous. i would go like, hey i'm bored lets go zoo and she would be the first to tag along with me there. no questioning whatsoever. she so rocks.

..she so free ar? hahha.

now, this is where the 'lost opportunity' comes in..

remember that guy who stepped on my shoes the last time i took 163 to toa payoh? he was there with his friend. i was behind. waay behind so i couldn't step on his shoes.

not that i was planning to.

vanessa once said.. actually twice.. to 'go for it'. it here does not mean step on his shoes.. this is my last year. now or never. but did i 'go for it'? no.

i went to arisa's house instead. hahahahha.

i just didn't want to be in the same bus..

i called momma and told her i couldn't come fetch her.. (i was supposed to wait for her at the stop where he stops!! not that i note down where he drops off or anything.. i was in the same bus before and i wouldn't even recall where he drops off if i hadn't recorgize that that is the stop momma drops of to work! -out of breath-)

momma couldnt use the phone right for nuts! everytime i called her, she would take so long to answer. and usually pressed the wrong button, i assumed.

she was glad i couldn't make it because we were supposed to buy me a pair of shoes right after she finished her half day shift (all these should be done during hols before school but even my own mother procrastinates! haha..).

so.. i dropped off with arisa. out of the bus away from him and his feet that steps on shoes.

sorry i just can not and will not forget about that shoe incident.

i almost went to her house for real. but nahh. i had to reach home before momma or she would suspect i went somewhere else.. not that she cared much. in a good wayy!!

we bought drinks and chocolates from this mart and she accompanied me till my bus arrived. and not just any bus. but a decker 166 bus. hahha.

arisa is kind of like me. usually i'm the accompanyer. would be like, ill walk with you till your stop. now im the accompanyee.

haha. new words~

ahh. a lost opportunity.. but then at the same time, i just had to do what i did. he was with a friend anyway.

3rd day down and--ahh what the fudge. who's counting?? who reads anyway???

however shing, if you're reading this, here's a biiig faaat wet kiss from me to you. mmmmwahhhhhhh!!! ((: blogging keeps me saane.

CITYNIGHTLIFE;

& Profile

♥Name
Age
blah blah blah




& Archives

  • 09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003
  • 10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003
  • 11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003
  • 12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
  • 01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004
  • 02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004
  • 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004
  • 04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004
  • 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
  • 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
  • 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
  • 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
  • 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
  • 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
  • 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
  • 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
  • 01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005
  • 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
  • 03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005
  • 04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005
  • 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
  • 06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005



  • & Exits

    LINK.
    LINK.
    LINK.
    LINK.
    LINK.
    LINK.


    & Credits

    Blogger.
    Image

    xDisillusioned
    Do not rip