uber-aggravated

i am extremely aggravated by the fact that my mum threw away my ij uniform. and fuckit my ny uniform is still hung up there, in some ways to bloody taunt me. great...

(note: nt tt i hate ny, in fact i act miss it very much, just tt e physical appearance of e 2 uniforms r really juxtaposed)

she had to throw away the uniform i wore for 10 years, the school i was in for 11 years, and most importantly, the school i so dearly love. i'm not attributing one uniform to all the years and memories there, but it's a link, and i link i somehow treasure. it's like, always nice to look at your uniform ten years down the road, and go all nostalgic.

arghhhhhhh, why do mums always throw away stuff without asking? i've got a lot of other rubbish for her to throw all she wants, 'why my uniform?', and my dear belt! i love that belt, it has weathered so many storms with me...

urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, super super uber pissed. to think i was blithe at the prospect of wearing my ij uniform again, strutting into sch and crashing.

p/s: do all mums have this tendency to throw away stuff that you DO NOT want to throw away?