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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
nokia darling.
4:22 AM The past night was fucking weird. Firstly, i was loaded. Secondly, I got my ass drunk. Thirdly, I LOST MY NOKIA 3315 WINNIE THE POOH COVER HANDPHONE THAT MERELY COSTS TWENTY STINKING BUCKS IF YOU SOLD IT OFF. Fourthly, We all crashed at Rizal's place, and it was utter weirdness. We went to Devil's. It was the first time we'd be there on a Tuesday night..and it wasn't so bad. It was our initial plan to go ahead, but the Crystal had to join us, i don't know why. She brought along her cousing Raden, so it was us six. The night was fine..i had myself Heiny. And then Crystal won for us a bottle of Jim Beam, so that meant we all (more over Imran and I ) got drunk like fucks. She just had to go up on that stage to win the sexiest female booty-shaker award to the song 'Move Ya Body'. Funny thing was, whenver me and Rizal got close or danced,she's just watch over. and i mean,watch over. not even glance. but just sit and watch. oh wells. Then i just had to leave my baby handphone with my baby SIM card and my baby contacts in it in the toilet lah. it was too late when i realised that i left it in the cubicle. i swear, i was wailing like a baby when i realised that i lost my darling. That was the first phone i've ever had, and i purchased it in 2002 with my first ever pay. And we all know that i keep things like these dear to me.. Oh well, like Rizal said, a phone will always be a phone and it can be replaced. But how about the stored messages i have inside my inbox in my SIM card? nothing in this world can replace them and i can't find them anywhere else. I had messages from all sorts of people, just for keep's sake. Like i still save forward messages from Safrina and my mum about healing and self-strength..and my very long birthday wish cum message from Safwah last year.. and a sweet message from Dad on my first ever Friday at NAFA. the one where he's telling me to have a frikkin' friday. i keep all that ok...those are what's dear to me..the messages.. the messages, when i read back, i put a smile on my own face. Oh damn. and then there's this whirlpool of thoughts that's going on under my thick indian skull. thoughts about my life and how i miss it, about life and how it's changed routine has affected me..and about the new people in my life... tumble of thoughts, i swear. ok now. i gtg. i.just.can't.say.anymore. |
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