Macs

Breakfast + Lunch: 1/2 Luo Mai Kai. 2 mouths of Chrysanthemum tea. 1 cup of orange juice.
Tea: Water. 1/2 durian cake.
Dinner: UNSURE

Seems like my appetite is cutting down. Good or bad?

That day, my class happily ordered Macs & I ordered my Filet O Fish burger, I was eating it like a happy girl.
Yesterday, I was at the AMK Drive-Thru Macs with Mr Wong for overnight studying. I ordered my usual & ended up throwing away half of the Filet O Fish burger but I finished my fries & green tea.
& now, I am officially sick of Macs & prolly because the fishy smell that was present in the burger.

Got home at about 6plus this morning. Slept like a pig till 330pm. Mr Wong predicted right. I woke up at 3plus indeed!
Overnight studying seems to work more for me as compared to during the day.

There have been some cock ups for the New York trip. Seems like there's a possibility that I won't be flying off on the 25th. & that leaves me thinking, am I in the wrong for suggesting to check for the availability of the flights & to just confirm the seats when almost all have been fully booked? Isn't it normal for a human being to be unhappy when everything has been planned properly & yet, you can't get hold of a flight. & when you found it, you just have to wait for another day for the other agent to repond back regarding the SQ or direct flights to New York, & the next day, the chance of flying to New York is gone again.
Tell me then. Am I in fault when I said clearly to just get hold of the seats & not wait for the agent to respond back?
& isn't it logical for me to be unhappy about it when there's a chance but yet, it's gone the next minute?
Who will be in the right state of mind to still be happy when there are no fucking flights to fucking take you to your destination when your schedule is so fucking packed & you're already trying your fucking best to adjust your timing for it?
Seems like adults don't consider the fact that their children/niece do actually have a life of their own.
Thinking that I don't compromise at all? Look who is talking.
Go ahead, complain to my mom or tell even more family members on how I expressed my anger on phone with you that day. That's what you do best, no?
See if I even give the tiniest fucking damn at all.
Perhaps I was a little harsh on it. But I still texted to apologise.
The apology is for being harsh, NOT THAT I ADMIT I'M AT FAULT.
Nevertheless, a warmest thank you for spoiling my perfectly planned schedule for my coming holidays.

My head is starting to spin & I have yet to finish up my Marketing RJ.
I'll blog again soon.