
It's Friday night, and what would I supposed to be doing, I am NOT.
It's so boring. And, at times like this... I feel awful not having someone to call a boyfriend. A companion. And, I even think that my life is so pathetic, like sooo and sooo up to the max!
The reason I am so pissed off with myself (none of the going-out thingy got to do with my fella friends... It's just me.), because this week, all through the whole week of working days, I have tons of things to do. And, I am pretty worn out to all the things that need to be done, scattered on my table. The huge, gigantic drawings, papers and all sorts of related documents. My table is surely a big mess at this moment. So I thought, a night out for this whole weekends would be grand! But, heck with it. Friday night, 21:45, I am still at home, staring at my VAIO and typing some crappy stuffs here. Sad eh?
And, that particular guy. Sigh. I really don't understand guys. Who would agree with me? When we play hard to get, they come, aggressively. But, when we're there, they just vanished! Like, what are the right move, the pace that we should take? It's impossible, and unbelievable! I just couldn't figure this math out!
When I was talking to another guy, he pissed off. And, when there's nothing, no one in line, he ignored me! Like, wtf? *grumbling*
That is my life, more specific, my Friday night for this week! It is surely, horrible... Like, way too inexplicable!
Totally!!







