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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, March 27, 2011 @ 11:27 PM

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.


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