Self-loathing: Part 1

It all started on Friday. This weekend was supposed to be a good one. A friend on the way to Sarawak came to visit. Went partying Friday night with some other friends. It was good. But that was as far as good went. The next morning, had to function on lack of sleep. NOT GOOD. Had to drive all the way to 1Utama on crap direction. Almost reached Kuala Selangor instead. Traffic was not moving half the way. By the time we got there, we were all so tired. Ended up meeting one of the 2 friends we were supposed to meet there. Apparently the other decided to switch her facial appointment to the time we were supposed to meet. ^$&#*!%* We got there at 7pm and found out that her appointment was from 7-9pm. After that she even expected us to drive all the way to Tmn. Tun to meet her for a drink!

The thing about always being the organizer is that you will learn to hate your friends, eventually. From now on, I will not make an effort. If people could not be bothered to keep in touch, so be it. From now on, I will meet people one or two people at a time. No more.

Arrghhh...it's all shitty. So after a drawn out dinner last night, came home really tired. Was very snappy and irritated. Wish I could be one of those people who can keep cool and calm no matter what. As soon as I get annoyed, you can see it on my face. Not good.

By the way, I have to rewrite my bio exam. The results came in and it's official, I failed one of the papers. The other one...I'm not sure yet but most likely have to redo that one too. Can't bring myself to tell anyone. It's funny coz I should have been expecting this.

There are so many things I should do, should have done, should want...should have...it's just endless. Nothing seems to mean anything. Whatever I do have...I'm ruining. Whatever I want, also ruined. ahaha...as for the future...zilch...nothing! Let's not even go there.

Ohh...this morning too...dad gave me wrong directions to KL Sentral. Hope my friend did not miss her flight.

They say it is only when times are bad that we are truly tested.

Well...think I took a test...and the results indicate that yours truly is...crap.

If I could think of a word worse than crap, rest assured that I would have used it.