Wednesday, May 10, 2006 || NO MORE. Finito.
- Woo, blogger is finally working again.
Ah... this is gonna be a weird post. But well, whatever.
So I went to collect my guitar today. Blablabla yada yada yada, nothing much happened.
One guy who was in the stall checking out guitars was kinda friendly, and I was talking to him about how I spent 200 bucks last month repairing my guitar, and how it now has a scar. (I. Sat. On. My. Guitar. Before. And. It. Broke. Shuddap. =( )
Anywaaaay, I checked out the guy and ah. He's cute.
Then I found out he's married. Yikes!
It's not even funny anymore. GRR! What lah why got people get married at 24 wan?
No no, it's not like I would've majorly hit on some dude I hardly know or whatever. I just found it kinda funny.
I've already given up on boys. Really. All the guys I like are taken/married/gay/overseas/hopelessly out of my league. :( And all the guys who I think I could get oh so easily are not my type.
So I came home and SMSed some friends:
"Dude, I need a FLY!"
... Which, only some people understood. :p
(Fly = clingy fling material guy in Liz's dictionary. Can't remember how it came about.)
Then I received a damn upsetting message from S.
"Heehee I found my fly edi. :) He's very nice and I like him a lot. :)"
(something like that la)
BAHAHAHA all you couples out there make me feel like throwing my tortoises at my mirror. All the friendster captions with "teeheehee my piggy boo boo and me in 1U ^_^" should be banned. All makeout pics with hearts photoshopped all over it should be destroyed.
GRRRRRRRROAR!!! *sharpens parang*
*grunt*
Anyway, in the evening I received a nervous phone call from some mutual dude friend who wanted to come to my house to borrow my LOST cds. I wasn't at home at the time, so cannot lah.
Then Jac-buntut was damn hyper on the phone.
"Ehh did A call you just now??"
me: "Yea why. He wanted to come borrow my LOST but I wasn't home so cannot ..."
"Hahahaha he really call ah! Don't worry la I doubt he'll dare to go wan.."
me: "Err ... I don't mind lah actually, as long as I'm at home then can lo ..."
"No lah. I think he thinks that you're gonna pin him down and rape him when he's there. So like, I don't think he'll dare to go lah ..."
me: "OMG geliii la fucker"
(SORRY but I have a very vivid imagination. Everytime somebody says something to me, I tend to imagine them out in my brain. So please think twice when you send me *hugglesss* and *muakzz* online. :p )
So erm. If that's the kinda impression I'm actually giving out to random guys, it's no wonder why my blog is becoming some kinda freaky Malaysian 18-year-old-chick version of Bridget Jones' Diary.
Now, where's my fly?
PS. I feel like getting a tattoo. But I was thinking, if I ever live to 60 and suddenly find myself with a tattoo on my ass or wherever, I'd feel damn stupid. -_-
