My current phone is Alcatel OT-890D. I got it for a very affordable price and it’s Pink so I fell in love with it right away. However, after a few months, I grew tired of it and I want to get a new phone badly. Since my brother insists that he inherits the Alcatel phone, that saves me from the problem of what to do with it. As of this time, I’ve been browsing on youtube and watching video reviews of several android phones. The bigger problem now is which to buy? I have my eyes on HTC wildfire S, Alcatel OT-990, Sony Ericsson Live w/ walkman, LG Optimus Hub, Samsung Galaxy Y and still looking for more options. I don’t need a super high end phone. I’m fine with mid range android like 2.3.5 gingerbread, some decent sounding music player, capacitive touchscreen and nice resolution. Fast internet browsing as well of course. AND! should be pocket-friendly. Sigh. I’m going insane. Any suggestions? 😦
It’s August 28, 2008. Thursday. 12:10 noon, very hot.
It’s breaktime and my mood for lunch hasn’t dropped by yet. I ate hotdog and java rice for breakfast with lots of Heinz Ketchup. I need fries damn it. I’m listening to that (epic-fail) Home station, on the radio of course. I’m hearing this song for a good ten years and I still can’t get the title stuck onto my head. It goes like “dum duh duh duh..You’re damn free..I’m yooooursss”. Anybody have mercy on me? I need to know the title for the nth time.
I just burped and it smelled hotdog-ish. I want to eat but I’m too lazy to even get up my chair. I’m thinkin of a lot of things, and I can’t even name one thing from what I’m thinking.
I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes are smudged with blue eyeliner. My make up is slowly creating a murky abstract figure on my canvass-face. I look void despite my pimples. Yeah pimples. I hate pimples. I hate periods coz I always break out into red, fat, pimples. So now i look like a tomato sprinkled with sugar. Looks sweet but it’s never nice. Especially if you don’t like tomatoes and sugar.
My stupid phone is not ringing. or rather, my stupid best friend is not texting me. I’m going to punch him good when I see him tonight. for now, I really have no idea what I’m thinking.
Is this the proper way artists think? I think I’m being a retard.