The Ripped Soul

Very, very annoyed now.

Firstly, you told me over the phone that I could go get the headphones first and you'll pay me back later. Now when I ask you to meet up with me to pass me the cash, you give me all sorts of excuses. Are you skipping payment like she says you are?

Got cheated by a mama-book seller and a chinese taxi driver in the SAME night! Wadafark man!

Then you guys who planned to catch fantastic 4: ROTSS, where's the outing? Who's doing the planning? When we gonna watch? In the next century? On DVD? No.. on UMD? On Blu-Ray CD? When VCDs become outdated? Crap. Even Wayne watched it already with his bunch of friends. EVEN MY COUSINS DID. What about us? I asked you clowns yesterday but what do I get?

I dunno
Duno la
no.. the appt is too early..
eh you talk to me later can? I bz now

and the worst bit: NO REPLIES. Clowns. Got a handphone also for dunno what cause. Don't say I didn't even try to plan. I fucking sms-ed and msn-ed you bastards. You morons are the ones that aren't cooperating. Don't blame me if I go ahead and catch it myself and leave you fcukers to your own funeral. Dare to say I won't watch it by myself; think again. I WILL.

I miss the days when we could just call each other at any time of the day and plan something and we'll be like "okay, cya there in 10/15/30mins" or something. The days when we were so spontaneous, so rock steady, so happening. Call and appear kinda outings.

Now when you wanna plan something its like planning a dinner function with the gawddamn president. Call here, call there, fix up a date, can't make it, postpone to another day, rainy weather, think of a not-so-boring place to go, mother father died, postpone again, more phonecalls...

Maybe its just me. But sometimes when I wake up, I really feel that this clique is just dead already. The point when we were still alive passed at the point before the junction of the crossroads. Once he left, everything just started dying.

But now? Now its all just dead. D-e-a-d. Dead.