I'm feeling under the weather. Down with cough, sore throat, flu and frequent dizzy spells. W45N is all getting sick. So, you guys take care yeah!
Yes, I got my piercing already!!
Went over to Orchard with Joanne to have it done. Boy, I couldn't wait! I was almost estatic and crazy. Joanne had to deal with that.
In the shop looking around...
Still looking...
After waiting for super long prolly about 15-20 minutes, I finally got inside to do my piercing!!! AHHHH! FYI, 15-20 minutes is super long okay, especially when you're super hyped up to get something done and they tell you to WAIT. Bloody hell, I was increasingly getting paranoid and suspected that they didn't want to do my piercing for me.
AFTER SHEDDING MILLIONS OF SKIN,
I'M IN!!!!
Seriously speaking, I was rather afraid that it was going to be really painful. But neh, it wasn't as painful as I thought it'd be. I felt the needle forcing down my inner lip and BAM! Its done!
AND ITS DONE!!
Not bad right! I feel that with this piercing, I can actually look super DAO in a picture without trying so hard. 3 YIPEES for moi!
Ma-terr's pretty pissed off at me for getting it even though she had repeatedly stressed (with a captial letter S) that she didn't want any facial piercing. But you know, my parents can't be directing me to be who THEY WANT ME TO BE and what I should be doing, all my life.
So as much as I give them my utmost respect for raising a super irrational and odd daughter, they can't be telling me what to do all the time.
And if someone, or rather, anyone who's going to judge me because of how I look, well all I can say is that you've got a loooong way to go to gaining respect from me to you, m'dear. You'll get it if you earn it.
That being said, of course, if you're a fucking beng or lian or minah or mat, you can jolly well stuff weed up your ass.
I've been having some issues with my newest friend, Mr. Big China guy in my class. Up till now, he has been unceasingly insulting me on my speaking of mother tongue.
But you know, I’ve not reached the level where I’ll just scream FUCK YOU in Chinese yet. YET, as I said. Right now, the 'I'M GOING TO GO FUCKING CRAZY AND KILL THE FUCK OUT OF YOU' level is at the bottom of the bottomest. I’ve got pretty high tolerance for these kind of people. The point when I get super pissed off is when I speak with a hint of loudness and truckloads of sarcasm.
Till then, I’ll see how long I can last till I explode like Fat Boy in
Ah yes, before I go off,
P.S Pardon me if there's any grammar/punctuation/spelling mistakes. I'm too fatally sick to check on my grammar.
