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:: Wednesday, June 07, 2006 ::
I am extremely peeved at the moment. Wanna know why? Simply because anonymous, giggling creatures have been harassing my mobile lately. I did not entertain them of course, but it just sucks to hear your celly ringing in the middle of the night, or rather, early morning, and a stranger on the other end of the line was like,
"Hey.. What are you doing?"
What am I doing? What does he think I'm doing? Up playing the guitar, is it?
HAH!
I didn't answer though. I just asked who he is, but he won't answer me either, and passed the phone to his friend. And the funniest thing is, he recorded my voice! I know because I hear the toot-toot tone (weird but its the best definition). Why??
But then I calmly pressed the red button on the keypad & cursed no one in particular.
It annoys me to know that there are creatures who still carried on this secret-admirer-style-giggle-giggle phone calls, which was popularly played during the 1990s. Come on people, its 2006! Guess some people just won't grow up, huh?
And what disappoints me was, just where are their respects towards a lady?
Tsk tsk tsk
That just sucks. Totally sucks. It sucks so bad that I'm seriously considering to call Starhub up, get them to trace these callers & then bring in legal action, lawfully. Hmph! Look, I won't change my cellphone number & risk losing most of my contacts because of all these kiddie nonsense. No way.
Okok. Enough of that.
I went to Fiza's house, where she "experimented" my hair. She straightened my hair, to be precise.
And it turned out nicely. I like! D liked it too, eventhough he was pissed at having to wait for approximately half-an-hour. Sorry D.. It won't happen again, alright? Love ya!
Me & D went to the nearby coffeeshop to have his supper. Then we proceed to the dam. Yawn all you want, folks. Dam's our place.. Ahakz! We spent sometime with each other, before D sent me home & head off to camp.
And now, D, don't be mad at me. I know I promised to tuck in at 3am but I dozed off on the couch whilst waiting for our photos to upload and only got up when that idiotic bugger called. And you know I won't sleep until I'm done with blogging right? So there.. Two hopefully good enough reasons. Ahakz! Okok.. Sleep snore now! Mwaaks everyone! Mwaaks D!
@ 4:15 AM
