月曜日, 1月 11, 2010
scarily like porcelain.
*written @ 11:42 午後.
水曜日, 1月 06, 2010
30th December 2009 (Yes. My ordeal had a span of 3 days.)
Basically, this day consisted of me trying to find out the program for a certain NG couple's wedding day. Someone of the other side of my wasted texts said that the program would be emailed that night.
This was a relief for me as it would be easier to plan what to do on New Year's Eve, since someone repeatedly assured me that he would be free in the afternoon of New Year's day. So I could shift my hastily thought out plans to then.
31st December 2009
We spent the day wasting time due to the fact that I believed that I could confirm my plans on New Year's day.
But lo and behold! Idiocy strikes again! The NG couple failed to email the program like they said that they would. The program which should have been sent out at least a fortnight ago.
Of course, this happened while I was happily cutting up my steak. At the most ungodly hour to send a program out. Well. Since I am obsessive compulsive and neurotic, I had quite a big reaction. I hated that I wasted the whole day when I could have just did the one thing left on my list to do.
Thus, a lot of rushing and arguing had to be done due to the idiocy of the NG couple. And I really loathe rushing.
1st January 2010
I felt slighter better. And I took pains to get ready and be at the said venue at 4. Seriously. What wedding starts at 4?
After walking in heels, I discovered that no one was there yet! Wow. Good organisational skills. Minutes were wasted on my mobile plan and guess what. NG couple were still holed up nice and comfy in their suite in Copthorne Waterfront. So I had to trudge back (in heels) to the hotel from which I just left. Getting up to the 24th storey was such a chore since only residents could use the elevators. *sigh*
Basically, I spent about 2 hours feeling utterly miserable. And no one was apologetic about it.
And then the dinner.
Right. I'm sick of being civil. All I've been doing is being civil and thinking: They're his friends. I really shouldn't kick up a fuss. I should just wait until I get over it.
Well guess what. I can't. I'm sick of being told that there no point to being angry. That I should be more understanding. Well. I'm fucking sick of it. Can't I be selfish for once?! Can't anyone understand that my feelings were hurt and I felt insignificant?! Can't anyone see that for 3 hours I was treated like an unruly child who was ignored?!
Why can't I be angry? Why shouldn't I be angry? Why is it bad to want to scream at people that they behaved like a bunch of ill-mannered, unenducated, inconsiderate twats?! Why.
*written @ 4:47 午後.