I FINALLY FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE HTML IN BETA!!!!

*JUMPS AROUND*

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So sweet peeps.. pretty pls relink me? hehehehhe… don’t complain la~ hehehe

www.bemydoll.blogspot.com

I’m thinking of switching to blogger again. ):

Yah, i know. AGAIN. *roll eyes*

I’m so fickle minded i can die.

But i love the functions wordpress have to offer! But i’m sick of having not much control over the html. (aka cannot change nice nice skins.)

ARGH. Should i? Should i?

): ): ):

*Updated:

I just realise that blogger had changed to Beta something and html won’t work. =.=

AND TELL ME WHATS THE USE OF BEING ABLE TO EDIT YOUR LAYOUT WHEN HTML WUN WORK?

ta ma de….

When was the last time you walk in the rain?

No, not the walk in a drizzle for 5 minutes kind of walk in the rain. I’m saying full blown downpour cats-and-dogs walking in the rain until you’re practically dripping droplets from your hair with your clothes tight fit kind of walk in the rain.

Not the run your way home while cursing kind of walk in the rain either.

When was the last time you walk in the rain and smile at their dance?

Damn, i was too late. Should have brought my umbrella.

Should i run? Damn this rain is heavey.

(folded my jacket and tuck it into my bag.)

(grab my hairband and tied my hair into a ponytail)

Here goes nothing.

(walks out into the pouring rain)

Clothes drenched. Hair dripping wet. Eyes are staring. But i kept walking. Not hurrying, but instead slowing down. I sneezed and shiver from the cold.

But in the end, all i could think of was..

it felt good.

I <3 my dog. (:

Yes, i admit. I’m fat. But i didn’t choose to be like that did i? So I’m not one of the lucky ones that ‘could not grow fat no matter how i eat’ nor am i one of the ones that is born slim slender. I was born bigger than other babies because i wasn’t healthy and has never been slim all my life. Yes i might not be the most hardworking girl who exercise all the time but i don’t sleep all day or stuff myself with food all the time either! I eat normally and in normal quantity and live life normally! And yes i do have a mirror thank you very much and my eyes works perfectly well so do you have to tell me I’m fat like i cannot see for myself?

So leave me alone already!

For some reasons, i shared with them a little story of my stay in a childcare center when i was much younger and fatter.

From what i can remember, there are 2 girls and 2 boys which are the main characters of my story. They are the ones i have to spend the most time with.

G1 : older than us at that time so she mostly join us during lunch and tuition
G2 : My classmate whom i don’t really know
B1 & B2 : Kids at the tuition center

I remember forgetting a remedial class that afternoon and went along to take a shower. Back at the tuition room, the teacher asked, “Jasmine, how come XX went for remedial and you didn’t? I thought both of you are in the same class?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot.”

G1: “This kind of things can forget one meh? Can you forgot your name anot?”

“Shut up.”

G1: “You shut up.”

Surprisingly, the teacher didn’t say anything. Useless bitch i must say.

Strong word isn’t it? “Bitch”. Don’t blame me. I guess i kind of really dislike her.

She once told me “Jasmine, can you don’t make your voice so teh. At least XX is cute and the voice suits her lor.”

Teh : meaning yang orh. Like kids go all high pitch and whiny in an effort to appear cute.

XX is another girl whom has a very teh voice.

The voice was my natural voice and she told me that in front of so many students.

How would you feel if it’s you?

Sometimes, the teacher will bring us upstairs to play. I specially bought along a box so that they could catch whatever bugs they want. In a way I’m trying to suck up to them, desperate to be accepted.

G1: How? Wanna catch what?
Me: Butterflies?
G1: Don’t want la, catch the big ants!
Rest: Okays!

I tagged along and we caught quite a few. The box was placed at a bench where i was sitting when B1 came to take a closer look.

Accidentally, he knocked it over and the rest approached to see what had happened.

The cover had came off and ants was crawling everywhere. Our efforts are gone.

G1: My gosh, What happen?
B1: She la! Jasmine knock it over one!
Me: It wasn’t me! It was B1!
Rest: Don’t lie la, must be we don’t let you catch butterflies that’s why you knock it over to take revenge.

They wouldn’t let me play after that.

Other times, instead of catching bugs, we’ll play the infamous catching game. There’s once when G1 started crying and refusing to go back to the tuition center and she was insisting that XX was the catcher and stuff.

Since i was nearer to G1, i tried to comfort her.

“Don’t cry la.. it’s just a game.”

Instead, she turn around and said.

“Shut up you fat girl.”

I muttered, “I was just trying to help..” and turn away. I didn’t want anyone to see me crying. It hurt so bad.

In the end, they blamed me again. Jasmine is the one who made them fight and made G1 cried. Even the teacher didn’t bother to defend me.

As i told my parents the part of “Shut up you fat girl.”, i was expecting sympathy.

Instead, they laughed. Straight in my face, they had laughed.

“Now you also know you’re fat ah?” my mother had said.
“shut up you fat girl, hahaha” my father had laughed.

I ended my story there and then. Reminded of why I’ve never told them about it. Feeling the stab of hurt in me. Feeling stupid because I’ve started to teared. Telling myself I’m such a baby.

Back in the car i tried to act normal, to joke and my mother laughed and said, ” HAHAHA, fat girl ah, Yah lor, you’re really so fat last time. blah..”

I gave up acting and look out the window. Silent as i tried to hide the fallen tears.

It had hurt so bad.

RAWRRRR.

I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s ugly. I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s super ah lian. I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s disgusting!

I WANT A LIP PIERCING!

It might look ah lian if every sentence i said ends or starts with a C**** B** or L** J*** or whatever vulgarities know to man. But i don’t say all those things anyway. So conclusion: i won’t look ah lian.

I think a lip piercing is sexy. Really. Like sexy. Of course, tongue piercing is the sexiest of the sexy piercings but.. let’s just say, not my thing.

Anyway, i can always take it out if i don’t like it anymore. Unlike a tattoo right?

It’s soo annoyging.

Tattoo? Parents seem okay but bf strongly objects.

Lip piercing? Bf okay but parents objects.

Did they like gang up to take turns to objects to everything?!

#^@#$%!@#%#%&!$%~@#$………

Anyway, an inspiration hit me hard in the head (not literally you moron.) and BOM! I made a blog skin.

This one is about friends. (:

Screenshot:

P.S THIS WORKS IN FIREFOX ONLY. IF YOU WANT THE CODES FOR IE, EMAIL ME.

You can preview it Here!

To comment or download it, go here!

I’m adding this to !

Why are you looking at me like that? It’s true!

It took me about a week to fix it! On. My. Own.

Be proud of me. I know i am. (:

Did i tell you i’m going to Taiwan? Like TAIWAN, T-A-I-W-A-N. Yes, where anyhow anyhow walk i also might bump into Jacky Wu, Nono, Kang Kang? Did i tell you?

NO PARENTS! HIGH DAO!!!

And yes baby! It’s back to school!

Shorts + bigbig tees + slippers = LOVE.

Me like~

I thought I’ll be happy, but.. i don’t really know what’s going on but.. I’m feeling kind of sad. ):

Uncle Mahmood specially sat beside me for a long chat today. It’s one of the stories telling session. This makes me sad.

He asked for my number and told me that we must keep in contact. This makes me sad.

He came back just to talk and sit with me and HX when he’s supposed to leave. This makes me sad.

He reminded us to drop by the office whenever we happen to pass by. This makes me sad.

Wendy & Yock harn

Wendy came and wished me all the best. This makes me sad.

Yock Harn joked with us. This makes me sad.

Frank told us no matter what we do in life, always remember to have fun. This makes me sad.

Din is the dude on the right.

Din bid us good bye. This makes me sad.

Uncle Yip wasn’t around before i leave because he’s on board supervising some repairment of the ferry. This makes me sad. 

I return the security card. This makes me sad.

I entered my dad car and we drove away.

I am really sad. ):