August 03, 2006
Yes, I'm so bloody jinxed todayyyyyyyyy.
I LOST AN MP3. TWICE.
The first time I lost it and Jy found it under a chair after quite some time. The next time I swore I said I better keep it in my bag and I did, then placed it at the counter and halleluyah at the end of the day it's gone from my bag. STOLEN. And it's not my MP3.
I feel so damn bloody guilty I don't think I want to borrow anymore stuff. Why can't that bloody idiot take away my MP3 instead? Mine's like zero value.
Zzzzzzzzz. Packed my bag and extra clothes and everything needed to stay out but I decided to go home before I lose anymore stuff. I'd trade my life if I lose the bear. Then I can get buried with it.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with the repetitions. Tell me please.
Jinxed. Cut my hair trying to put every single trouble with it so it'd go away but no. I fail again.
I got robbeddddddddddd / whatever. I feel so damn pissed. Die you bugger!
Why is it always like this? We never treasure everything enough until when it's lost or gone, then we start to regret, to miss, to be so attached to that something, to have stronger feelings for everything we've lost and somehow we'd always wish it'd come back or that time will rewind so we could start all over again and prevent shit from happening.
-nIx- @ [[10:22 PM]]
Yes, I'm so bloody jinxed todayyyyyyyyy.
I LOST AN MP3. TWICE.
The first time I lost it and Jy found it under a chair after quite some time. The next time I swore I said I better keep it in my bag and I did, then placed it at the counter and halleluyah at the end of the day it's gone from my bag. STOLEN. And it's not my MP3.
I feel so damn bloody guilty I don't think I want to borrow anymore stuff. Why can't that bloody idiot take away my MP3 instead? Mine's like zero value.
Zzzzzzzzz. Packed my bag and extra clothes and everything needed to stay out but I decided to go home before I lose anymore stuff. I'd trade my life if I lose the bear. Then I can get buried with it.
I don't know what the hell is wrong with the repetitions. Tell me please.
Jinxed. Cut my hair trying to put every single trouble with it so it'd go away but no. I fail again.
I got robbeddddddddddd / whatever. I feel so damn pissed. Die you bugger!
Why is it always like this? We never treasure everything enough until when it's lost or gone, then we start to regret, to miss, to be so attached to that something, to have stronger feelings for everything we've lost and somehow we'd always wish it'd come back or that time will rewind so we could start all over again and prevent shit from happening.
-nIx- @ [[10:22 PM]]
