can a day be worse than this?

a bad day, not just a boring one.

it's pouring in the morning, yes. and after i was sitting in the company's bus like a sour plum, waiting for it to take off. this guy rushed up the bus and while the eyes looked around frantically for an empty seat, he jabbed me hard on the arm with his brolly. that woke me up. if it's any inner, he would have got a bull's eye on my right boob.

i sat sullenly throughout the ride to work.

had misunderstanding with almost everyone i cared about.

damn tired and bored.

today's work that i'd worked on was so messy and ugly looking i don't know where to start.

on the way home the bus was damn stuffy and crowded and noisy, and the ah soh beside me decided to close the air-con vent above us. i glanced at her with a glum face. she doesn't need air, i need air. i reached up to direct the vent straight at me. she peeped at me nervously. i stared in front of me sullen-mode, jay-chou-style.

on the mrt, sat facing a woman who looked disturbing. she looked disturbed, and disturbing. a parent brought her kid to sit beside her, and the woman actually attempted to reached out for the kid, to bring her to sit beside her. and the kid said in chinese, "i'm scared.." while looking at her, and then at her mom. the (disturbing) woman actually replied, "there's nothing to be scared of. i'm old already." (huh? if she's younger than ought to be frightened of her??)

and there was a tiko ah pek beside me. i can't stand tiko peks. a girl wearing a black tube dress (which looks like she doesn't belong in it) boarded the train with her much prettier friend. and the ah pek beside me was craning his neck left right up down so that he could peek at her through the waists and armpits of standing passengers. he continued to do so, while i looked at him nonchalantly. he stopped after a while. guess he finally saw her face.

walked out of the mrt station, and saw someone selling nut-ice-cream out of nowhere. there was a standup poster and i was walking on and looking back at it. and then walked straight into a big sized guy (i think), who was also apparently walking and looking back but at the stall. bang never mind, he stepped, no stomped on my bloody right foot. he's wearing work-shoes, and i'm wearing my flat slippers. why is it not me who stepped on him instead? i'm lighter, and i'm not wearing shoes! he apologized profusely as i just assumed to where i was heading without a breathe of word or "ow". my foot throbbed but i just looked at it sullenly. at least he's not wearing stilettos, i breathed.

but alright, the day has finally ended and everything's ok, again. prolly it's 17th Nov that cursed me.