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Saturday, May 26, 2007
1:38 PM
I am back again, because they are out, and they haven't taken action towards lappie or socks or choconut yet.
Outing yesterday with mily was goooooooood. Really talked, and really felt much much better. So we walked around bugis, then to marina square where I bought this sweater at fox, just to make myself feel better. It's all part of annabelle's retail therapy where you feel the heart burn later.
Then we went back to bugis again, just to dine at fish and co where we shared the seafood platter, which saw me slurging over 40 bucks in less than 6 hours. Bwahahaha, I really should go hide under my sink and cry now.
Later at night, some crazy thing possessed that woman and she started screaming and shouting at me about ptc, about what she's going to say to my teacher yaddah blah, when the teacher's supposed to do the talking. -.- Was talking to laopo on the phone, and I was feeling very miserable, so obviously I would want to talk on the phone and she shouted at me saying that I should put down the phone to talk to her when the fact is that she's the only one doing the shouting, I don't really have the chance to talk back, because she'd accuse me of being rude and insensible when she's shouting questions at me, obviously I'd have to answer, no?
Parents have to be the dumbest people on earth, and laopo's right, they should take a walk in our shoes for a month, and they'd know what it's like. I'd be very happy being a parent, coming home and venting anger on them. Hah, I'd be laughing at them when they cry.
I was trying to reason with them, which was futile, because I was so pissed with myself and them that I was crying and words couldn't escape from my mouth.. Then boyfriend had to call. So of course, I couldn't say much and thank goodness choconut ran out of battery, else I'd die on the phone. Ended up sms-ing instead, and we sort of sort out our differences already, but I forsee a rocky journey ahead, hope we'll be able to pull through.
& you know what, I needed friends at time like that, and I lost my best. And nope, she wouldn't care about my survival. Doubt we'll ever look each other in the eye any more. Oh well, what can I do..
Alright then, I shall patiently wait for ♥ to come online, and I hope it's going to be very soon.
Yeap, who wants to be my monkey friend?