yes. since the moment i stepped into the mrt. i had to quarrel with a bloody bitch. cos she was rude to my mom. i liked the look on her face when i opened my mouth to retort on what she had said to my mom. brainless selfish childish old hag. i really felt like slapping her. and i was fuming all the way even when i'd reached the office. in fact, i was fuming at the end of the day. that stupid thing. rip her hair off, pull at her loose skin, claw at her eyes.
grr..
and a legion of clients to drive us all at my workplace totally crazy. plus irritating clients. i got really irritated with one. and i hope he KNEW that i was irritated. well, i showed it pretty obviously. but i doubt it matters to him. bloody hell. kick him. rip off his turban.
but at the end of the day, i got to see my baby.. and at the end of the day, i got to snuggle up under his neck and just lie there.. while he stroked my hair. and then, everything's alright...
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