Okay. Gah. So i went out for lunch. YAY! :DAte at Fish & Co. then mummy picked me up at mrt station and we went off. Sighs. Jasmine didn't come. Frigging ugh.
My birthday's a really rotten one. I thought i would get my phone today. Damn it lar. I was all psyched up about it. Didn't well, exactly smile throughout the "shopping trip".
Darn the sports shops. No running shoes that interested me. Left disappointed again.
All i did was buy a frigging wallet and i bought it cos i felt really rotten and just needed to buy sth.
Damn it lar. Suffering from headaches and almost-want-to-vomit feeling. Shit.
Eyes sore.
Then, tsk! My mum insisted on bringing me out when all she really did was look at her own shit. Leaving me all bored there. and she didn't even wish me happy birthday lar.
Heck.
I would like to thank Delon and Boen who called when i was feeling damn rotten with a throbbing headache in the car. Made me feel better? haha.
Stupid birthday. Ah... my eyes are frigging sore. I guess i'm only looking forward to later.
Stupid stupid stupid. argh.
I WANT MY SE K610i. SHITLOAD.
UGH.
And, another fellow mate of mine who's touring Europe now. OI! You said you buy me present so don't forget.
Happy Birthday Ronathan Lee. :D