The Ripped Soul

My 18th birthday.

Would have been perfect if not for the following reasons:

1) work
2) questions about my ex
3) not being able to see Energy @ Barnone

It was an okay birthday till tonight. Surprises here and there, fine. The moment I got that phonecall about work and me being on full tomorrow instead of 6-closing, things were sour-er than sour power gummies/sweets. Then when my auntie told me to work elsewhere, to work an office job cos it would be better, I could rise my rank slowly, earn more money.. And working as a sales assistant won't last long, the job isn't very good, it won't take me places, I won't earn amounts others are earning.. Like fuck la. You're shoving the fact in the face that I'm still as poor as hell on my birthday. Thanks, huh? When my friend called to tell me about her day at work and customers being a pain in the fuck'n ass, my mood just dropped, birthday or not. Work, work, work.. stupid shit.

When CH replied he couldn't go to CKtang, when I asked him to ask D; he didn't reply, when I asked Joce and Wayne; Wayne backed out and she didn't really feel up to it to have 2 people going to a bar.. when she asked me to call anindya and ayu and whofuckingelse ....

That was it. The trigger. The plug.

And it didn't help when my auntie mentioned him again. How are things between you and J? Still friends?

And that stupid recollection over what happened during the funeral, over that one meetup, over that one sms... Amazing how a guy can isolate you for another babe and come running back to you when the babe doesn't seem so into him. Asshole.

What an 18th.

So much for being so hyped on clubbing, drinking, the works.

Whole fucking taste of adult life sucks. Work, clubbing, men... bleagh.