Time for a Change

Yeehawww!

So I changed my blog template. And added titles to all my blog entries. I don't know why I love to waste time on these petty things. Anyways, there are supposed to be 3 coloured dots before the title of each entry. Somehow or rather, the 3 stubborn dots just won't appear. And I am clueless as to how to make it appear, so I give up. Yea.

Anyways. I was pissed off this morning cos... guess what.

What?

What??

What???

Someone stole my Nike College shoes! Dammit dammit dammit. Those are my bloody driving shoes, you arse! Anyways, I don't know why but I just have an inkling it could be my Chinese neighbour's son. It's just a gut feeling. It irks me a lot man... cos last year(or was it the year before?), my Nike track shoes was stolen too! It was my P.R.E.T.T.Y Nike track shoes... which reminds me of the time when I managed to coax my Mom to get me branded track shoes...

I had some trip to the farm the next day which required the kids to wear track shoes, so I was like whining to my Mom about how I don't have a pair of track shoes yada yada yada. And she refused to buy me a pair. I finally conceded defeat, thus retiring back to the sofa watching TV with the saddest expression that I could put on. But of course, I had kind of given up on getting the track shoes, tho' I was thinking about the pure sadness that I was going to go through tomorrow when I see each and everyone of the kids at school happily wearing their track shoes and stuff, and me, with a pair of ugly US Master canvas shoes. Yea yea, at that time I was a bit immature and don't quite ponder about the possiblity that there could be some unfortunate students in my school who might not be able to afford track shoes. So anyways, my Mom being the Cancerian that she is, finally saw the light and decided to sympathize with me, either that or I was just a good actress so she called me and said, "Ok... get your Dad to accompany you to Bukit Panjang Plaza and get yourself a pair of track shoes. But the budget is only $100 okay." So yippee. I got myself super gorgeous track shoes. All my friends were envious of it the next day. They were all commenting on how pretty my shoes were(and that was my FIRST track shoes, mind you, branded too. I feel like I was on the top of the world!). And... that was also when I realized that not all of the kids at my school were wearing track shoes. So yea... That's another story.

And the sick motherfucker just had to steal my shoes! Faggot.

And what's up with this ass slime stealing shoes which had been worn for like 1, 2 years? I mean, those are not new shoes. They look a bit worned out in fact. Argh!

It's NIKE, dammit! N with an I, fucking K and E! I wish the prick is infected with blisters for 3 years straight!

And oh yes, driving lesson is cool. And did I mention that my new instructor is good-looking? Tee hee. Kinda. So oh well.