Aptly titled, i must say.


I woke up bright and early, way before the alarm clock feeling damn refreshed and optimistic.

In fact, i was having a great hair day, a great eyelash day (i call it that when my eyelashes curl and respond to my mascara nicely) and hell, i actually looked in the mirror thinking i didnt look too bad.

And then some bitch had to go ruin it for me.

Was getting off the bus at northpoint when my ring fell off my finger. So i bent down to pick it up and a reasonable speed if i may add.

And the bloody bitch pushed me.

This is the point where id like to add i was at the top most step of the bus.

Bloody hell. So naturally i flew down the two steps, fell onto the pavement and the hand i was using to break my fall splashed into mud and got the carrier i was holding dirty in the process.

Thank god my clothes didnt get dirty.


me: what the hell is your problem? was there a bloody necessity to bloody push me?

her: in a rush

me: so? you like it if i pushed you just because i want to be a few seconds faster?

her: -gives me indifferent look-

me: arent u even going to bother to apologize?

her: no, accident mah.

me: so which part of accidently pushing isnt pushing to you?

her: ROLLS EYES AT ME

So i did what any normal person would do at a point of time like that. i slapped her.

I was fucking pissed. My knee was throbbing, my hand was bleeding and i had just been publicly humiliated. Duh, some form of payback was in order.

Plus she was one of those wanna-be ah lians, the type i cant stand so it was just as well.


Far fetched as that sounded, it was true. People these days.


And work wasnt relaxing either. Nearly 20 cartons of new stuff came in. We were literally busy the entire day. Needless to say, im aching all over now.


Least i exchanged a few archie comics with Ping. = )