Psss...tell you a secret
I looked like a tom-boy when I was in my teen. Even Patric doesn't know about this.Hah, what?!! Post my tom-boy pictures????? Ugh, ugh... Nope, there's no way for me to post that kind of scary pictures!!! No way!
I was 12. And I was going through my tom-boy phase.
All my little girly cousins went to the chemist to get their ears pierced. Pffft. Earrings are sissy. They'd swap and share their plastic-bauble ones, fluoro-rubber ones, hippy-beady ones. Star-shaped, square-shaped, teddybear-shaped. Christmas, new year, valentines. Ugh.
I couldn't think of anything more boring and disgusting.
So years later. And I'll be honest. There's nothing more than having a boy friend to inspire oneself to be young, be sexy and goddamnit, live a little. So this weekend I'm going to get my ears pierced!
I guess I never got around to getting them done.
Because by the time I turned 16, I discovered boys...
AND I discovered how they would go into a nibbling frenzie at the mere mention of "virgin ears". Laugh.
Yup, so in the past few weeks I've been on countless shopping missions to find some earrings. Some niiice long dangly ones. I bought 3 pairs :) They were a bit expensive, but hey. A girl must accessorise.
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