It’s my gloomiest valentines day. It’s not that I used to have fairytale valentine, but believe me, I loathed Valentines Day since high school, or even grade school, primarily because I didn’t liked the feeling of being teased when someone gives you something. It’s just so unusually erroneous for me. I don’t normally greet people “happy valentines” unless they greet me first or I’m not in my usual self, call me KILLJOY but that’s how it is in my point of view. To get rid of unnecessary thoughts that linger in my mind now, the fact that my car was bumped near SM made my day even worst. It seems like the Friday-the-thirteenth took effect on a Saturday-the- fourteenth. I spilled something on my shirt during dinner at Sugarland. I again spilled a few drops of Java Chip from Starbucks. I had my toenail collide with something, which hurts so bad. I .In fact, we had a scheduled practice for our Gensci2 play and apparently, Nissi’s car stopped in the middle of the road because of malfunction, which made her ride motorcycle coming and made her late. Sorry for using you as an example
And, oh yeah! I miss blogging.
How I hated valentines more!