once bitten, twce shy.
each time, why has it gotta be you of all othe people?

argh. ii am in a extremely badbad mood now (still).
ii have my reasons to be in an awful mood and majority of it make sense to a certain extent okies. you people can evaluate it on your own. (:

first, ii went to visit the temporarily-disabled today, and it was arranged pre-hand. not impromtu okies. And fuck, the house is EMPTY. so ii made a wasted trip. den ii called, and apparently, he has conveniently forgotten. fuck. And wait, he didnt even apologise. ok. "double fuck"

angry or not?

secondly, ii took a bus and left. And it's fucking peak hour, and the bus was fucking packed. And ii miss my stop. And so ii gotta take a detour, which suck.
this worsen my mood.

den, at the train station, ii start fidgeting with things inside my bad. And fuck, my nail broke. so by now, if you're following my story, ii'm utterly upset. a damsel in distress, w/o a knight in shining amour. ):

so pathetic.

so, after ii reached tampines, ii went to get ice lemon tea from macs. den it was damn diluted! if it's a lil', ii dont mind, since ii;ve got an insensitive taste bud. but hell no! it was damn diluted, ii thought dey gave me ice water instead.

*you should be feeling piss now, if you're normal*

den, ii went to the bus interchange. And it was like a mini little india. fuck. it's so damn crowded & hot & stuff. why? because it's peak hour. And because ii wore a pullover to school today, thinking ii will be home late. ii equate going home late to feeling cold & chilly, which make sense doesnt it?

And when ii reached home, gastrics problem worked up, because ii chose not to eat in the afternoon, and thought dinner will be eaten with the temp-disabled. And ii vomitted the lemon tea & soya bean. pop 2 pills of gastric medicine, and still pain.

damn screwed right. ii should get angry right. it's like, if the first problem didnt occur, den the rest wont occur. right?

aiya. whatever. ii am just typing whatever that comes to my mind now.
fuck. screw it. just close this window.
ii'm pissing whoever is reading this off.

P/S: if in the first place, you didnt give a damn, den why should ii? And why did ii still go thru all these, knowing at the end of the day, the fault will still be credited under my name? ii hate myself sometimes.

dont ask me to look back again, please.