moved.
testing.
am damn tired.
school in 8 hours.
rmun stole my saturday.
comment system's not working yet.
neither is the template fixed.
need a new link graphic.
and need to put ilajna in front of everything.
decided to delete the other blog 2 weeks ago..
mainly because i thought that my life was too high profile..
and that i if i wanted to blog without making anyone angry, i had to live too lives.
one in reality.
and one on the net.
so basically i walked around with the "my life is too high-profile, too many people know me. i just can't blog down secrets, because half the world will find out."
and then today, i just realized that i was no michael jackson.
i'm not even that famous.
anjali's not famous.
maybe my family name is...
well..
semi famous.
so type my family name down in yahoo.
it's narepuk backwards.
and you'll get the old site.
both dad and sis have strangers searching for their names.
if you ask me.. that's pretty..semi famous.
anyway it wasn't any big..enlightening thing that made me want to blog again.
nothing really even happened.
lost my nail buffer.
found my nail buffer.
went for rmun.
screwed up the fashion parade.
fell asleep on my bed after rmun after throwing of my spag strap with the attached "wings"...the scratchy skirt.. and fell asleep with all my makeup on, my feet black cause i was too lazy. to bathe. or change.
woke up freezing in the middle of the night.
(anyone stupid enough to fell asleep in their underwear with their makeup would.)
woke up to find my mom saying that i look like some prostitute strewn across the bed in my underwear and makeup.
whatever la, mom.
and spent the rest of the day trying to find my jewellery which i subconsciously took off while i was sleeping.
somehow i think it was the shoes that pulled this whole thing off.
i think it was asiawoman magazine which said that there are 3 things that a woman does to signal a new beginning or and ending in her life.
1. get a haircut.
2. buy new shoes.
3. change her entire look.
new beginning.
new blog.
the ending?
rmun.
no more responsibility.
i am *so* glad.
and the boys gawking at my team wasn't that great either.
it's a piece of cloth.
it's bound to show a little bit of leg now and then.
and it's not like they haven't even seen girls in spags before.
or legs.
and after rmun was running down the corridor practically screaming "no more responisbility......i am FREE......." over and over...
and then i bumped into one of the rjc people in blazers.
then i started laughing.
and i didn't even move.
i just stopped at the place i bumped into him.
and started laughing.
he backed off and muttered that he was sorry and walked away.
really quickly.
that made me laugh even more.
he must have thought i was some crazy crap or something..
and justina is now...the 8th person this year to be called my lesbian girlfriend...
yucks.
(no offence justina. i'm "yucksing" the person who called us lesbians.)
i seriously don't know what's wrong with these people.
maybe i send off a 'lesbian vibe' or something..
*rolls eyes*
whatever.