Just Dance.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

yesterday was a bad bad bad day. it sucked. ok. maybe just the evening part of it sucked. but it was enough to spoil EVERYTHING. x(
note: they ARE trival things, but when too many trival things start to irritate you, it just SUCKS.

so firstly, on my way home on the train, i was thinking of what to wear for yesterday night's concert. i wanted to wear a skirt, but i realised i had no heels to match them. fuck.
secondly, i had a missed call which i couldnt call back, cause they said that the line was closed already. was damn worried that it might have something to do with the opera role. fuck.
then i decided on a blouse, but when i got home, i realised that i couldnt find the belt that goes with the shirt. it would look ridiculous without the belt. fuck.
next, after finally being able to wear what wasnt in my mind at first, i couldnt find my heels. fuck. and i had to search all over the place for it, before realising it was on the rack all the time, but in a plastic bag. =.=" double fuck.
then all was well until the show.
i couldnt see one of the parts cause i was blocked. (i was sitting in the corner lah.) fuck. damn irritating.
then i accidently deleted something that i wanted damn damn damn bloody badly. FUCK.
i realised the ushers might have realised what i have been doing. fuck.
then i felt all stuffy, when the damn drama centre is so damn big. which was when i decided to go out and have a walk, and started feeling ill all over. fuck.
worse thing, i couldnt concentrate properly on the show, and enjoy it throughly because i felt so sick. FUCK.
or rather, it was seb tan! and i wasnt actually enjoying it as much as i would've liked to. =( FUCK.
then after the show there was an autograph session. in which i wanted a photograph. but BLOODYHELL, the camera showed that i couldnt take or delete any photos because something like the memory card was protected. FUCK!
had to make do with moomoo's hp cam, but the photo, really wasnt nice. =( fuck.
and then while i was cursing and swearing at the guy who caused my memory card to become like this (i sent it to do some photo developing lah), i realised that all i had to do was unlock the damn card from the side. fucked-up.

it was such a fucked-up evening, that i would've throughly enjoyed. FUCK.
and to top that off, i couldnt sleep today morning. i wanted to get up around 12, but i got up around 8+ instead. after finally going back to sleep, i got up again at 11+. FUCKKKKKK.

i really think something is wrong with me. =( dammit fucked-up.

now would you, reading, like to guess how many fuck(s) i actually used in this post?

if you actually went to count, you're wrong anyway. cause i said GUESS.

jane-
you seemed so distant. =(