Because FUCK YOU, that's why.

Mum being mum had decided to have a celebratory dinner because according to her, a GPA of 3.26 and a cGPA of 3.14 are worth celebrating. She asked me where I wanted to eat for dinner, and after thinking about it I said hey, let's go eat at Ajisen's, cos I haven't eaten there in forever and I really do miss the ramen. Plus thinking about it I really was craving for good shoyu ramen (Mmmmmmmm!).

So it was decided. After checking the internet, I found that there was an outlet at Changi Airport Terminal 1, and that was where we decided to meet mum. Long story short, it was only after we were at the terminal that I found out that surprise surprise, there wasn't any Ajisen outlet there.

Guess who threw a bitchfit. No prizes though.

In the end I just told mum (who was still on her way from work) that you know what, forget it, let's go eat at the coffeeshop at Terminal 3 instead.

It was supposed to be a celebratory dinner. It ended up with me being dangerously close to either breaking down or slapping someone, mum being really angry because someone was being petty like it was going out of style, and some asshole acting like it was all my fault that things had come to this.

Yes, I made a mistake. Please, go ahead and act like I'm the stupidest person on earth. Because each and every time I make a mistake, it's the end of the motherfucking world.

I actually wish you'd pick a fight with me. I mean, I'm already under mental and emotional abuse, so why not add physical to the list? Sure, I'd never win a physical fight against you, but I can guarantee you that I'd leave enough scars and scratches for you to remember me by.

Decisions indeed.

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