Piercings.

I still remember how I used to be so obsessed with piercings back in 2009. I was so in love with piercings that having one or two piercings have never been enough. After my ears were both occupied with 10 earrings, I just couldn't get enough and wanted to do nose-piercing and blah, blah, blah.

Me: Dad, can I do nose-piercing?

(A killing-few-seconds-silence)

Me: Come on, just nose.

Dad: Lemme' ask you something, my daughter. (He usually calls me 'my daughter' when he doesn't want to break my heart) How many piercings do you have now?

Me: Emm... 10?

Dad: How many dad do you know who let his DAUGHTER to have that many piercings?

Me: Okay, okay. I got your point. But just this once. Please....?

Dad: No, means no.

Me: But..

Dad: Forget about it.

So I left that dream behind. Forcing myself to be under my dad's skin.

September 2011, suddenly I don't feel like putting on earrings anymore. The feeling gone as sudden as it once came. And now I don't think I can put on anymore earrings as it has been more than a month I left them 'untouched'. Sometimes I missed 'them' but I guess as we grow older, this kind of stuff just isn't interesting as it used to anymore. ^^