Blue moon
Comparatively, there is bad and there is worse. Good does not exist anymore, nevermind better. I’m talking about my ever failing self-restrictive measures to stop blurting out expletives.
Take for example today, I was hungry and got myself some kuihs from the coe foodcourt. Then I got to my car which was nearby, to leave my textbook and get the other one for the following class. And while walking towards the building’s side-door, I fumbled and dropped the pack of kuih….. on the tarred road. A hearty ‘Oh, Fuck!!’ followed. And the curry-puff rolled out of the plastic bag.
Oh, the pain……
Then at that split of the second, my mind went blank or rather, was on suspended animation, very slowly weighing out which mistake was more severe. May I add that there were a few innocent passers-by who might have never known that obscene but ubiquitous word, had I not say it out loud. I so phael……. -_-”
I just hope they won’t hate me for that.
Emm, anyway…… I was kinda pissed today. People close to me would know that I am kinda challenged when it comes to typing sms-es. I hate it, it hates me, whatever, I just prefer calling. And there was this particular thing that I wanted to tell my groupmate about the assignment that we’re working on and …..come on…. it’s about and assignment, would you figure that I have the fervency to type out every detail and the part of the assignment that I want to do and bla bla bla on that tiny little keypad which I have to push a button repeatedly to get a letter I want? And if I missed the sequence….Oh hell, then I would have to push it a few more times.
So, I called her. Naturally.
First, she didn’t pick up the phone.
Then she cuts my call.
Then, when she thinks she’s ready to make contact, she sms-ed me. Or miss-called me, whichever, can’t remember.
I took that as a ‘yes, I’m free now, call me’.
So I called again
she cut me off.
after 10 mins, she msg-ed saying some shit.
so I called.
and she cut me off.
I am so bloody pissed at this point.
I finally msg-ed her. Contents of msg:
“Then, I’ll talk to you later la k”
She bloody msg-ed me again, saying some shit.
I ignored her msg.
You see the shit I had to go through with ppl who don’t know basic phone call courtesies?
Don’t bloody cut my call because I will bloody know it if you do.
If you’re not free, I’ll understand and will call you back if you miss call me. If not, you could just bloody call me back when you’re done with whatever shit you’re doing.
When I ignore your msg, it’s either whatever you’re saying is too trivial, deemed by me, thus making have no urge to sms/call you back or I’m busy with something. And if I decided to call you back, you had better bloody answer the phone.
I only msg when my mood is bloody fine, which rarely happens.
So you think I’m a difficult person?
yeah, whatever, live with it.
