Tragic Life.

Sometimes i consider my life as tragic.
no i am not exaggerating by saying " Tragic "
because it really is.

About last month, me and my friends watch Bruno Mars Concert : The Moon Shine Jungle Tour.
it was amazing. i really love all of his songs, and his performance with all the choreography, the interaction with all the audience are just amazeballs.
But, after the show, i went back home, then slept.
The next morning, when i woke i had this painful stomachache.
and then i didn't come to school for 2 days.
i think it was because i had this stomach ache because i forgot to eat.
clumsy me.

the other tragic moment was,
when i cut my hair. On early November last year i decided to cut my hair short.
like really short. then, i went to a place, there i met my old friend. but then it become heart breaking, because the old friend kinda didn't notice me so.. oh by the way he is a good looking guy.
then i remember, on the 8th grade i made this promise with my Bestie Kimmy, that we will cut our hair short if by any change somebody broke our heart.

well oh well, is that count as karma? cause i totally forget about the promise, does it count as i broke the promise? hehe coz right after (well not technically right after) i cut my hair i had my heart broken.
what a tragic life.

The other Tragic moment that currently happened to me :
about 3 days ago, during the recess my friend told me and my other friends
" you know what, yesterday when i was at the course, this guy(from another school) told me that he knew someone that named naomi, the white girl, with big nose..."
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
I couldn't stop my self to laugh.
but back then when my friend said " this guy knew me" i thought like : oh good i get noticed by someone. Before the "big nose" part i was happy with that statement, but then,
here we go, tragic.

But oh well, what could i do?
i should accept the fact.
though i still don't like that guy!
but i just think that the moment was kind of Tragic in a LOL way.

what A tragic Life?

XOXO, N.M.S.