ok this is bad
i am suffering from some kinda phone trauma.. it's kinda like.. i think too many people msg me abt different dates and time to meet and then i am very confused because i dont remember who said what. and i dun remember if i msg them or call them back and the worst thing is i dont remember if i said i can make it. . i feel really relly bad because i really want to meet up with them.

and if u are thinking..why dont i just go back to check the msg..well this afternoon.. being terrribly disgusted and frustrated with my database thing, i did a ''delete all msg'' stunt without thinking. ahh that 2 min of sheer thrill at watching all the 200 over msg being deleted(it's kinda like your frustration with stuff being carried away with it..some sort of effect like retail therapy.) soon dissolve into regret.

i so deserved to be killed by friends. yea. slap me.
that, aside from being the one who is always the last to arrive, is another good reason to make me the worst friend u can ever get. i am bad. bad girl. bad taptap. i'll change.
i still remember though, one of the 'craziest' thing i did just recently.msg people to tell them this " the movie is at 4.40pm. dont be late"
no prize for guessing who was late.
more random crap.
been doing a lot of crazy shopping these days...
actually sometimes on weekends i prefer a slow and lazy afternoon at home..where i do my own stuff..like reading, watching tv,surfing net.walking down random street. doing shopping. oh no not antisocial. just that everyonce a while. i need some time on my own i guess.


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on a separate thought:
often people engage in mindless competition of their own
constructing the whole idea of winner and loser

but how can there be a winner or loser when there isn't anyone engaged in that competition to start off with.


to me, a good looking guy isnt just the face and the body
it is also about what lies beneath-the mind and the heart.
sadly u cant really tell the latter two easily. because every so often, we don this pretty facade.

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once again, i succumbed to hatred,
only this time round, i aint gonna fight it