Happy happy Shite-day.

Elated that I celebrated 2 of my dearest friends' birthdays yesterday, had a hearty meal I thoroughly deserved, dropped by Mezza9 at the Meritius for a drink and caught Blade Trinity finally. Not happy that I was late for the dinner, the movie sucked (for once the local critics proved me wrong), blew 90 bucks in a matter of hours and reached home a pauper.

I'm starting to hate Fridays.

Completely off the record, it used to be Thursdays. That's because people comprehend Thursdays to be the in-betweens - the latter part of the week but somehow nowhere near the weekend. As such, Fridays are the only true (slavedriven) weekday the general mass look forward to. Its the weekend. TGIF. Solace. Hoorah. Though of late, ever since my job took a drastic change in lanes, Fridays has been officially declared my Shite-day of the week. Shite comes in troughs and troughs of manure-stenched bollocky amounts. And the trend is - always last minute one. Last minute when I wanna go catch a movie at 7pm; last minute when I wanna go take a shit (the real thing); last minute when I wanna catch the company transport; last minute when I've already shutdown my antique PC (which takes about 5-8 minutes to bootup) and of cos - last minute when I wanna dash for my pal's birthday dinner.

Shite obviously doesn't stop there. It just keeps flowing in its diabolical path of destruction and calamities. It eventually affects your mood (which in turn produces a blog entry of macabre intensity as such), your well-being, your wallet and what otherwise could have been an uneventful tranquil prelude to an already shortlived weekend.

And it just had to be a Friday. Damn you Shite, damn yeeeeewwwwww!

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::Moods and Muses::
Kavin Hoo - Nightfall

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