pms is here

i'm so friggin' PISSED.
AAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH

had a tiring last day at work
with me getting increasingly irritated by jimmy
to think that i've got a crush on him before *snorts*
his jokes are damn lame and makes the most irrelevant of small talk
that i have to entertain and laugh along politely
superficiality is an exhausting act.

then i was major hungry
a frighteningly frequent occurrence in the past few days
so i got on the train to orchard for my fave jap food

got bothered by a family of indian tourists
filming their entire itinery as if they were on national geographic
and caught me on tape queueing at the jap stall
with the annoying smart-aleck overtone
"this is a typical singapore food court called kopitiam
which literally translated into english coffeeshop"
and later that indian troupe all sat at my table.
like, what the hell.
buzz off man

then took the bus to bugis
(damn crowded, jerky, manned by a lousy driver)
help dad change his n2650 from a silver to red
the man was infuriatingly adamant
despite the silver being a defect with scratches
and refused to accede to my request
fuck.

then just when cold storage has kettle chips
selling at 4.15 bucks instead of the usual $4.40
there is no honey dijon to be found.
i had to dig like mad to find 3 pathetic bags of salsa mesquite flavor

what i'm pissed abt is that
dad made me to go change the hp for him
this second time round
just cos he was too paiseh to return to the shop
and i had no idea what went on in the first
you put me smack in the middle of the thing abruptly
and expect me to get things right
even to the extent of calling the manager to resolve the issue
had to argue my case with that asshole of a salesman
feeling stupid and lost at the same time
remind me never to get a coward for a boyfriend
i'll absolutely strangle him.

lost my temper with dad over the phone
then realised he hadn't had dinner when i got home
great
just dump a guilt trip on me again will ya
and he was so helpless with the slotting of the battery sim card blah
got me even more pissed when he asked for my help
i hate seeing my dad powerless and weak
even if it's over such small matters
simply because it's telling
of the fact that dad's getting old
parents are supposed to be pillars of strength, knowledge and support
and when dad's not that
when he's depending on me instead of me leaning on him
it reminds me
that i'll have to be a responsible serious adult soon.

and it makes me scared.