I hate cancellations. I hate constant changing of plans.

That was probably why I blew up on Friday night. I don't apologize. It might have been some sort of hissy fit to some but I really am actually more of fucking pissed and not disappointed. From X hotel to Y hotel, to Z hotel. None of it came true. But it's okay, I sorta understand about the cost.

Then to this event that I didn't really particularly loved but it's okay cause I don't mind and dinner that I don't want. I wanted buffet, not steamboat but it's okay. Then to a 4 people (maybe 3) out of 7 for dinner to only 6 people coming to 3 people (maybe 2) for dinner. How can I not be pissed you tell me?! And the number of people mentioned includes myself!

It's like, I even made concessions. I HATE celebrating so early, 2 weeks earlier, just because person B is going overseas. And end up person B can't make it to celebrate? Person A, the closer one canceled on dinner!?

My normal temper would probably only tolerate up till the change to hotel Z but I just shut up and let it be. Friday night made me so so so damn fucking pissed, I canceled everything. I don't wanna celebrate anymore. XinJie said I said it out of frustration, so true. But at the same time, I meant it. It feels like they don't really have the ~feel~ to celebrate, and I don't wanna feel pissed celebrating my OWN day.

Even up till today, I'm still very. very. very. Pissed.

That's not all. Person A kept asking about 5 March, if we were still gonna celebrate together that day, the actual day. The actual day is 5 April. It's fucking 5 April. After mentioning 5 March twice she changed to mentioning 8 April. TELL ME HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT BE PISSED?!

Call yourself my friends?

I can't bring myself to be disappointed. Doing so would only let myself down. I wouldn't blog this, but this issue has been swimming around my head for 2 nights, and I really gotta release this... anger somewhere. I hope I feel better doing this but I don't.

Screw this shit. I'm done.




:)


So bored. But I can't be bothered to get out of the house to do something more... meaningful.




So fucking hot ^^


So I woke up really early this morning, to go to the office with my mum to help with some editing. The day was pretty much pointless, except for the Aston's lunch :D. Spent my day playing facebook games, talking to mum, walking around, eating, and Viwawa at the end. Almost what I would do if I were home!

Was supposed to meet the bitch today too. But I guess we both got lazy, and I promptly fell asleep after dinner too -.-

My holidays will be pretty much boring..... except that since Wednesday, last paper, I've been waking up early all the way until today! And have to too, tomorrow. Sigh.. But I'm not complaining! It takes my mind off things.



Woke up before 7am even though I slept at 5+am, just to go to Ikea, for the $1 breakfast with mummy. Promptly reached home at about 9am, couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched some shows, and......then fell asleep till just now!

My holidays are going to be filled with ME time :)


So lazy and reluctant to bring my phone out nowadays. In the mornings, I wouldn't even check for missed calls or SMSes before leaving the house. The first time I check my phone would be when I receive a call and answer it (and will therefore check SMSes after the call) or when I'm bored in class. I wonder why?

Maybe it's cause I'm not waiting anymore. It doesn't matter. Maybe..... Yup, this must be the case. Then again, this increasingly often habit of mine is annoying the shit out of some people. Hahahhaa!


Would you rather be the mistress - a "third-party", or the wife? Bear in mind that the wife cooks and cleans, takes care of the home and does all the whatnots, whereas the mistress lives in a home provided for by the guy and lives off an allowance provided by the guy. How is it fair? The poor, innocent wife is living in oblivion while the scumbag cheats on her, AND provides that skank with an even better life?

Just a thought. I must be watching too many dramas recently.

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