A Mother's Day

I'm terribly guilty of not showing up at my Grandparent's place to celebrate Mother's Day with my Aunts, Grandmother, and Mummy. Instead, I head back home to be here, alone. And yes, blogging as you can see. People who knows me will think I'm ridiculous to give up steamboat and CHILLI CRAB. Damn.

Well you see, a little part of the reason is because of this Bangla who asked me for direction to Boon Lay. I told him to take a bus. He asked if walking is possible, all while giving me that damn tico look. I said No in my most controlled tone. That added to my already very annoyed mood at that moment, so poor Bangla, when saw Bus 334 approaching and asked "This bus can?" I literally rolled my eyes, raised my voice to a louder NO, and just board that same 334 to head back home instead of to Sunset Way.

In addition to that, the freaking weather. Enough said.

Sometimes I question myself, trying to measure the worth within myself to understand why things occur the way it did. And why people treated me the way they did. Or why I treat people the way I did. Many questions for you, God. (: I'm a very inquisitive child so please listen me out.

I hope I'll have food by the time I wake up. Sigh.