When it's Time, it's Time
Urgh... I dropped my cell and it got f*cked up again. Almost in the same manner (not into the toiletbowl but still when I was in the toilet). Twice this week. I so hate myself. I keep dropping my cell quite frequently recently. I wonder why. Perhaps it's time to change to a new one (butijustgotthisone4monthsago!). Never matter. I've been eyeing on the Red V3 and V3xx. I'm really torn in between. Style or function? Style or function? If I were to get the Red one, I'm, like, downgrading but it's red! But if I get V3xx... it's black. This is really dumb. Maybe I should just get the same V3i.
On the other hand... I've got this good feeling about something... I don't wanna jinx it so I'm not telling.
Other than that... I can't wait to have my stupid contract with this bloody motherf*!%$#!#^ of a company to end this August.
PS - Shiraz... when are you gonna text me....?
Rae wrote @ 11:46
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It's Not Up to You
Wishful thinking. I've been hoping for something to happen but it didn't turn out good. It's funny how things that could be beautiful can turn into something so ugly and hateful. I know I shouldn't even started it. Now I know I can't stop it. Hmm... I could actually, probably I just don't wanna. It's a shame that it didn't turn out good. Hmm...
Last night's night out was quite an eye opener, making me feel a bit sad to see what kind of game people are playing. It's sad.
I remember this guy I met months ago, telling me something about geting his self-esteem hurt when I spat out a bit o' good old truth. Truth hurts, baby. Self-esteem. You crushed mine back then. Do you think my self-esteem's made out of brick? Perhaps it's karma.
I thought we could be friends. I trusted you and your words, I was unlocking my feelings to you. But what did you do? You did the unthinkable. The things you said are lies. You turned out to be an ass. 'Nuff said.
Rae wrote @ 22:58
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