You know the feeling where you everything is going great, and then suddenly something just pops out and spoils it?

Yeah.
Long weekend since Thursday as Captain Jason kindly gave us Friday leave. Wednesday night was Anton's birthday celebration @ Big Fish. It's a great place that whips up mean dishes and awesome deserts. Crayfish pasta for the main course along with brownies for desert. Definately worth the money. Thursday was Mass in the morning followed by soccer with the VS boys. Great to meet them, a few more botaks now that the April intake has enlisted. The blazing sun saw me lazing in the shade like a bum. Friday with the vs/tk gang as Abby calls it, tennis or some game that vaguely looked like tennis at least. It was fun, despite the demise of 9 tennis balls. Board games at night with the choir that was full of laughter.

After all the happy times, today's late dinner had to totally spoil everything. This might sound trivial, but I'm absolutely pissed with it. MY FREAKING FOOD DID NOT ARRIVE. I don't care, I'm not bothered to go remind the Noodle *%$#er that he forgot to whip up my meal. I'm not going to remind him, and then eventually end up paying him when he couldn't be bothered to remember my order in the first place. I rather go hungry.
*%$#er.