Another fucking bullshit day.
We tried to get breakfast before going to church, but there was no parking to be found and all the coffeeshops nearby were crowded because it was the end of the 7th month and everybody was going to the temple. So we ended up buying some pao and standing around in church eating it. And today I even woke up early and everything, and I wanted to sit down and eat a bowl of noodles and have a proper breakfast.
Then after church, I tagged along for lunch with some people on the assumption that we were going to Marina Centre and would have a quiet lunch. Instead, we ended up at Raffles City, because the traffic around Marina Centre was so bad, and we went to the food court I go to every time we go to a food court for lunch after lectures. I hate that food court so much. I hate all food courts so much. They are all smelly, crowded, noisy, messy and the people who clear the empty plates are all clinically insane. And the food is boring and mediocre and tastes like nothing at all. It made me so mad and I didn't know what to eat because I face the same tedious choice nearly every day. So I just grabbed something and swallowed it in 3 minutes or so and then went off in a huff.
I met G after that, and it was fine. We went to look at the Z flea market and bought some jewellery, then we went to have a drink at TCC. I took a really nice picture of my drink accessorised with my bracelet.
I was supposed to have dinner with R, but then she called and cancelled on me because she was way out west and she didn't want to travel so far. I didn't mind at first, but then while making my solitary way home, I got incredibly annoyed. It was hot and crowded and people were pissing me off left and right. I got to thinking, and I somehow convinced myself that people always cancel on me, and I'm always the back up or the second choice and that nobody really remembers I exist and nobody really likes me.
I came home prepared to eat some dry bread and drink water for dinner, but my brother was home and he had offered to cook dinner. I told my mother I didn't want to eat it because I hate my brother's cooking. It usually tastes bad because something is either over- or undercooked, and he always has weird seasonings and combinations. But they made me join them for dinner and it was this disgusting "stew" - undercooked potatoes and carrots, flaccid bacon, overcooked smelly chicken and onions in this milky oily liquid that tasted like water. It was bland and saltless but had these weird dried rosemary needles floating around. I tried to eat those hard vegetables and chewy, stringy chicken, but I couldn't. I put some salt in it but it still wasn't edible. In the end, I gave up eating it, pissing off my father in the process, and got myself a slice of dry bread. I should have just stuck to the white bread in the first place, because I knew that I would hate the food and refuse to eat it and consequently piss someone off. I eat mediocre food all the time, but this was just BAD FOOD. I'm fat enough without having to eat bad food. Fucking eejits, all of them. I never want to eat my brother's cooking again.
And now everybody is probably angry with me, but I don't care because I've had such an overall lousy day, and I'm still kind of hungry so I'm going to stop complaning and go and eat some cake now.
We tried to get breakfast before going to church, but there was no parking to be found and all the coffeeshops nearby were crowded because it was the end of the 7th month and everybody was going to the temple. So we ended up buying some pao and standing around in church eating it. And today I even woke up early and everything, and I wanted to sit down and eat a bowl of noodles and have a proper breakfast.
Then after church, I tagged along for lunch with some people on the assumption that we were going to Marina Centre and would have a quiet lunch. Instead, we ended up at Raffles City, because the traffic around Marina Centre was so bad, and we went to the food court I go to every time we go to a food court for lunch after lectures. I hate that food court so much. I hate all food courts so much. They are all smelly, crowded, noisy, messy and the people who clear the empty plates are all clinically insane. And the food is boring and mediocre and tastes like nothing at all. It made me so mad and I didn't know what to eat because I face the same tedious choice nearly every day. So I just grabbed something and swallowed it in 3 minutes or so and then went off in a huff.
I met G after that, and it was fine. We went to look at the Z flea market and bought some jewellery, then we went to have a drink at TCC. I took a really nice picture of my drink accessorised with my bracelet.
I was supposed to have dinner with R, but then she called and cancelled on me because she was way out west and she didn't want to travel so far. I didn't mind at first, but then while making my solitary way home, I got incredibly annoyed. It was hot and crowded and people were pissing me off left and right. I got to thinking, and I somehow convinced myself that people always cancel on me, and I'm always the back up or the second choice and that nobody really remembers I exist and nobody really likes me.
I came home prepared to eat some dry bread and drink water for dinner, but my brother was home and he had offered to cook dinner. I told my mother I didn't want to eat it because I hate my brother's cooking. It usually tastes bad because something is either over- or undercooked, and he always has weird seasonings and combinations. But they made me join them for dinner and it was this disgusting "stew" - undercooked potatoes and carrots, flaccid bacon, overcooked smelly chicken and onions in this milky oily liquid that tasted like water. It was bland and saltless but had these weird dried rosemary needles floating around. I tried to eat those hard vegetables and chewy, stringy chicken, but I couldn't. I put some salt in it but it still wasn't edible. In the end, I gave up eating it, pissing off my father in the process, and got myself a slice of dry bread. I should have just stuck to the white bread in the first place, because I knew that I would hate the food and refuse to eat it and consequently piss someone off. I eat mediocre food all the time, but this was just BAD FOOD. I'm fat enough without having to eat bad food. Fucking eejits, all of them. I never want to eat my brother's cooking again.
And now everybody is probably angry with me, but I don't care because I've had such an overall lousy day, and I'm still kind of hungry so I'm going to stop complaning and go and eat some cake now.
posted by shukumei @ 8:11 pm
