Thursday, March 13, 2008

WTH.
it's a damn stupid day.
dammit:/
my slipper's strap broke once i reached bugis.
used hansaplast to secure it.
and it looks dumb.
then...my bag got stolen.
yeah. it's STOLEN.
the main thing is the cam inside.
the worth huge bucks cam.
is gone.
WTH.WTH.WTH.
i'm vulgar now:(
cos i'm super angry.
it took only a second for my bag to get stolen.
shit you thief.
the thief is a malay guy.
with curly hair and baggy attire.
and a noob black specs.
if you see him with a le coq sportif white+grey bag,
don't hesitate to whack his ass.
i'm guilty man.
the cam is gone:(
my fake nail too:( all my stationery and calculator.
wth.
my chem textbook.
i think i'm really not fated to study chem.
the book is either left in tuition centre or stolen.
woohoo. the thief wants my chem text(:
happy studying then.
i didn't cry. JO told me to let it all out.
but i didn't. i was rather brave:D
when i went to find the securities and stuff,
i was calm. it was my inner-self doing all the talkings.
though my mind was in a whirl:/

it's CAMP tomorrow.
and my bag is going to stick with me.
it's gonna be left at a stupid place,
where a stupid thief will steal it again.
aha; even if it get stolen, it's ok.
cos i will stuff it with underwears for that dear thief(:

got to get all the stuff stolen later.
i mean, buy them.
i gonna spend huge bucks again:(
but my fake nail...
sheesh. it's my icon. and it's gone:(
it's a really damn sad and depressing day.
can someone please cheer me up?
the chocs did quite a good job, but i still can't forget that my bag isn't here.
:'(
and JO, thanks for letting me read the article on the woman whose butt got stuck to the toilet bowl for 2years.
it was really retarded:/
lol.

i hate thieves. & i'm not gonna let anyone steal my stuff again.
not even a chance.
sorry JO, i can't go buy the tees with you.
another day?
sorry:(

it was all dejavu. it was. really. that was what scared me most:(
i feel like a super freaky psychic.
i want a change of brain.
any volunteers?
i don't want to know what will happen before it happens.
because it makes me feel very guilty when it happens.
like now.
i got that weird feeling again before all these stupid things happen.
but i thought it was me being paranoid.
and now, i regretted not listening to my psychic instinct.
it's soooo....just weird and scary:(
i hope the bag will appear infront of me again.
but i know that won't happen.

hope tomorrow will be a nice day.
no breaking of straps or whatever that would make me sad.

it's a shit day. 13march. the day when i get real unlucky.