who? is a horrible person
just totally flared up at my mom.in my fit of anger, i threw my nice clean laundry on the floor. i flung hangers at the wall. as such, the paint has chipped off my pretty blue wall. f-.
oh yah. i whacked a totally innocent library book on the floor.
it's been an ok day i guess. it's just that at work, i was kinda functioning on auto-pilot mode coz i was really tired from working till nearly twelve the night before. plus i was rushing to get the drawings out for the QS today.
didn't get to sleep during lunch coz went out to get food instead.
reached home kinda late coz i popped by ikea after work (yes, i actually got to leave the office not so late today. seven plus i think) to get something for a friend coz i might be meeting her tomorrow.
i know i replied her sms a few hours later than her actual sms, but i was rushing my work. and it's been.. four hours and she has yet to confirm if she has received my reply. man, i really wish to sleep in during lunch tomorrow instead of meeting up with her. but she's going away on holiday. and the thing i got for her from ikea is something she can use on her trip. ergh.
to think i might have made it home before eight thirty if not for popping down to ikea to get her thing.
i kinda concussed out during my bus ride to ikea. but managed to stay awake when i was nearing the place. and on my bus ride home, i was battling the sleep bug at the end of my trip (the earlier half i was happily engrossed in a very interesting book that will be due very soon).
was kinda irritating to have a couple chatting too loudly behind me all the way from the bus stop to my void deck. i had earphones on. and s t i l l i can hear their effing conversation. if you're that deaf, don't bother talking.
and they had the audacity to accuse the fat cat (the resident cat of the overhead bridge at my place) to be a cat that attacks. well, duh. if you provoke it, of course it'll attack. why don't you tell your friends what a total ass you are to be stupid enough to provoke that otherwise really lazy bummy cat to attack you instead of slapping the cat with the label of "the cat that attacks". asshat.
worse thing is, i was too tired to increase my walking speed to increase the distance between the excessively loud couple and me. so i had to strain to listen to my music while struggling to mute out their effing conversation.
i reached home effing tired. was just looking forward to lying in bed with the rather interesting library book.
and my mom pounced on me. attempting to strike a conversation. like, hello woman? do i not look like i'm not in the mood for a conversation right now? i have two wires coming out of my ears. my hair is tied up. i'm quite sure the wires are somewhat visible. why do people insist on speaking to people who clog up their ears with earphones? doesn't it make more sense to speak when they pluck the earphones out of their ears?
and if they don't pluck the earphones out, do you not get the hint that maybe they don't really want to talk?
when i headed into my room. i see my clean laundry on my bed. fine. so you've decided to chuck my laundry on my bed so you can keep the clothes rack which is probably too much of an eyesore to my somewhat anal-retentive father.
and when i attemptted to dig for clean underwear, i find that my mom had folded my effing underwear.
wtf
you were the one twho wanted me to wash my underwear myself. coz it's *personal*
then you were the one who wanted me to do my own laundry myself. coz i'm old enough
i do all that now. and you fold my effing underwear???!
wtf?!@!
thing is, i roll my underwear. so i really dislike her folding them coz i actually have to unfold them before i can roll them. i mentioned this to her before. but does it register in her otherwise twisted mind? noooooooo...
i'm all pissed off when i went for my shower. only to get more pissed off when i got out of my shower.
i'd wanted to clear my laundry tomorrow or later in the week coz i really wanted to just relaxed and chill with the soon-to-be-due book. i already have overdue books on my hands. i don't really want more. whatmore, this book was borrowed under my brother's card.
but i had to clear my laundry tonight coz it was sitting there. on my bed. f o l d e d. yucks. you made me do my own laundry. so stop screwing with my system! i fold certain stuff. i roll certain stuff. and there's actually a system to where i keep e v e r y t h i n g. your helping is creating more work for me. i thought i told you that. i thought i told you how grossed out i am with my colleague for being the overaged parasite she is. is that not a hint of how i like the idea of independence?
can't i even pretend that i'm independent despite that i'm still living under your roof, and not really helping out with the bills?
so i sat down grudgingly to clear my laundry, when i could be settling other stuff and rushing to bed with my book.
and lo! i discover that she has turned majority of my clothes right side out and rehung them on their effing hangers before placing them nicely on my effing bed!
it's like. wtf>?!?!?@@!>?
it got me really pissed coz i only realised she had practically turned everything inside out when i flipped a plain black tee to realise i had effing turned it wrong side out.
you're fucking making me do more fucking work when i'd wanted to procrastinate the fucking chore coz i've had a fucking week so far and all i'd wanted to do on an early day off work was to relax with a book instead of flinging hangers at my wall and throwing clean laundry on my rather dirty floor.
argh!!!!!!!!!!!!
thing is, i've no idea why i'm so pissed off. i was really ok through out the entire day. too tired to feel irritated at anything.
maybe i was irritated at having to wake up from my slumber on my bus ride. i'd really concussed out. i'm really at my worst when i'm sleep deprived.
and it certainly doesn't help when some friend think replying a sms is optional.
argh. it must be hormones. i'm sounding so uber bitchy and spoilt. well, i did tell her to leave my laundry as it is.
and so i've thrown the hangers in the living room. they're all over the floor. if she likes to clear and tidy so much, i'll let her. tidying things up is somewhat therapeutic at times for me. but not when it's forced (like in the situation i've just so ramblingly described).
eff the world.
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