<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/35892650?origin\x3dhttp://pink-ballet-slippers.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
♥ Amirah


Photobucket 3 things. Louboutins, Chanel and clothes. Pretty much, those are a Necessity
follow me on Twitter


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com

♥ Thursday, August 09, 2007

okay.cross country was like spartans running for independence.i swear.i made weird panting wheezing noises.n people must think i'm having weird orgasm or sumting.i swear i wasnt:).so after a tiring run,went for brunch at ljs with syaz,dinie,atiqah and widad.dinie was the new queen of embarrasing moments.:).then went to the library and went boobs crazy.i mean books:).then rushed home andpractically ran from the lift to my house just to reach home on time.showered frantically and met up wif atiqah first at her bustop.then i realized i had forgotten to wear a shirt.haha.kidding!!.then met up wif the rest and off to national library and marina square.n god,i love having early dinner wif them at the esplanade.saw some potential josh groban,roger federov and something awkward happened.on the way home,the train was freaking crowded so we had to mosh inside.lol.and so we all put our hands on the railing.n there was this makcik too who's hand was there.n the train jerked i guess and me and atiqah ended up kissing the makcik hands.how polite:)


Its not what good girls do :)