friday.

the party screwed up.
it went like this.
two weeks before, my mom wrapped up a present for my friend without asking me whether i needed a present or not. on friday, i left the house and met up with my friends at the mrt. after much headache on getting to SAFRA Changi, and my own fucking money spent on the cab ride, my mom just had to call and ask whether i brought the fucking present. of course i forgot about the damn thing, she just doesnt fucking get it that i'm forgetful and i've made mistakes like that so many times over. over that tiny litte thing, bitch-fitting as usual, fucking pmsing, she asked me to drop the party and meet her for dinner (and probably a screaming) at Geylang. what the fuck. you KNOW that i'm at changi, the most inconvenient place to get a cab, and you want me to come down to Geylang, and ruin my evening that i was totally looking forward to? screw you, bitch. my friday night was fucked because of you. FUCK IT, CAN'T YOU JUST STOP BOOBY TRAPPING MY LIFE WITH UNNECESSARY THINGS LIKE THAT? and stop complaining about being unappreciated. you wanna be appreciated? leave me alone. i'd like that so much. stop DOING. i'm sick of it.

it serves you right that whatever's happening to you is happening to you right now.

i feel sick.
i'll lose myself in work this weekend.