i am pms-ing. hah i feel like i am pms-ing. except that i am actually not. i have every reason to hate an annoying day like today.
woke up tis morn, with the hung over feeling, by milk tea that is. felt awfully constipated and with a tight, contracted stomach since yday. missed two 95 buses. found out that i have driving lesson right smack in the middle of my day. there goes my planned schedule for the day, wrecking my time to get any work done at all. was in the wrong attire for driving. tried to ameliorate e situatn by headg down to gym to get e bulky running shoes. stupidly took A2, thinking that it'll bring me to engin EA. alighted at UCC bus stop, started pouring. painfully inched my way up the tiresome flights of stairs in my heels. drenched from rain, tis PRC stared at me when i was descendg down e flight of stairs. glared back at him (hah. yea, had a bad enough mood to do such ah lian stuff), he didnt shift his view. thankfully, 33 came quick for once, got rid of him. waited for 30min for 188! the board said e freq is 9-14min during off peak la! gosh...late for driving i was. and driving manual with a 2.5inch heels is no joke for a first-timer like me. reached e gym at like 5.30 n im still late! gosh....i need someone to tell me that i'm early for something for once. it's as if i have no merits. damn. another excruciating 3h in UCC, except that this 3h is the least painful thing of the day. hah food was good. at least the desserts made up whichever was lacking.
aye n e very last straw that urged me to make tis post. dragged myself through 10minutes of walking lugging a 5kg bag(i think. no, no exaggeratn in tt) waited another 12min for the bus. happily thought, yays, the bus's empty, i'll get my favourite seat. raised my hand, flagging down the bus like a happy child would. when the bus was in sight, it crawled towards me at my jogging speed. thought to myself, weird, why so slow? mayb to save petrol, somehow? to my disgust, the bus driver was slping! it would have break my arm if i left it up! irresponsible idiot. imagine if he was driving the last bus! irritating. bastardize the image of themselves. oh, wad image? that bus driver was obese, i could imagine fat oozing out of my gaping mouth when he was snoring away while driving. that explains the slow speed of the bus aye?
shucks. im done. actually not quite. still damn pissed bout having my 6h,intended to catch up on work, wasted. and i reached home half hour before midnight, even when i din have traing! gosh...why does time always run away frm me?
