Thursday, November 15, 2007

confession.

I wish to confess.

I'm tired. I'm tired of planning weekends for us. I'm tired of messaging everyone, with full enthusiasm and have no one reply.

I know that we all have other friends, colleagues, prior commitments, but guys guys guys... at least reply to my sms-es. And even though I don't expect everyone to agree to my idea(s), a simple reply will suffice and I believe it wouldn't take more than 2 minutes to type; to inform me that you either can't make it, you wish to do something else or yes, that might work for the weekend.

I don't normally get angry or pissed or fucked and get all pissed off over something so small. But it really irks me to no end that I am treated like a nobody. And right now, this is how I feel. and I feel like I can't be bothered at all. Maybe it's my pms talking but then again, I still feel pissed.

Sidenote :

Hey Kenny, welcome home! Sorry I couldn't fetch you from the airport, me and imr were busy at the travel agency to plan for KL. We'll see you soon yeah, have a lot of things to catch up. =)

p/s : I bought stuff for the craigs, from phuket. if anyone's interested. and we've bought tickets and accomodation for jem, kenny, hakim and us. anybody else interested?