Monday, October 19

sometimes ah, i just find that both my parents are useless. dad was almost never there, and mom just lives in her tiny little world called Me, Myself and I. i shall not elaborate on my dad as i've done so many many times. lets just narrow down on today's issue with my mom.

so i woke up late, hello mom i havent had enough sleep cuz
wed - busy with report
thurs - school, work, nails, keith's birthday dinner
fri - school, redo nails, do hair, do make up, rehearse as emcee, BE emcee. (plus i cabbed twice that's how fucking tight my schedule was)
sat - lunch with family, attend bro's race briefing at kallang with bro as i need to know where to park but no it was of no use they didnt answer qtns properly, visit the marsiling petshop, dinner with relatives

so how do i look like i will have enough rest huh? so im sorry that i woke up late this morning that i caused all of us to leave the house late. but it's NATIONAL CYCLING COMPETITION, and they didnt have a single fucking sign to show us where to alight the cyclist or where to park, or where is the nearest route from the carpark to the starting point. fuck you stupid organization. WHAT'S THE POINT IN PUTTING AN INDIAN GUY BY THE ROADSIDE WHO CANNOT SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH TO GET THE MESSAGE ACROSS EFFICIENTLY?! though we reached half hour before starting time, bro forgot tt time was tight (he admitted that he was at fault there) and took his time to fix up his bike. n then cuz we didnt know e fastest route to the startint point, bro took e looooooong way to the starting point n he started late. and they have this 80% rule, or the if-the-first-rider-ride-past-you,you're-disqualified rule. so cuz he came in too late, he was disqualified right after his 2nd lap. even before he reached the start point in the first place he was already tired cuz he took the looooong route to the start point. it wasnt just long. it was damn rough too. me and stella took our own sweet time to walk to the start point through the same route as my bro and it was damn a lot of shit to walk thru la. cuz it's the mountain bike trail wad. and i sprained my ankle while trying to walk to bro to pass him a drink. argh.

even when i try to explain to mom that it's not just my fault, she just doesnt bother to listen and just insist that it's my fault for waking up late. great.


it's keith's birthday today and i borrowed her car to drive us to MR BIG CONCERT so it's easier to get home. when i got home i said "thank you for lending me your car" and then she said tt i wasnt sincere! she said "so insincere, might as well just dont say it! huh! if by saying 'thank you' makes everything ok then what for you say? you think saying is enough ah?"

clearly, she's just never happy with anything i do.


ok. fine. i hope any of my modules have a test coming up soon. i will score a fucking 80% for you and throw the script in your face, bitch. i will.


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and both my closing crew didnt turn up for their shift today. how awesome! i am soon becoming immune to such shit already. im glad we're closing at times like this.

why oh why do i have to face such mental torture every other day cuz of pukka.

ok, it's expected that rachel will cause me such problems cuz she's done it twice before. but khairil! how can he not turn up and MIA for his double shifts today?! that's not very khairil at all.

argh. im hungry i shall go eat some clusters! (: yay.

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MR BIG'S  CONCERT WAS MORE THAN JUST AWESOME! live music is always gooood.