monday blues

listening to greenday - boulevard of broken dreams

had a sudden onset of headache around lunchtime today and it got progressively worse towards the end of the day..

i was puking my guts out when i reach home.. the train ride home was horrible.. incredibly squeezy.. and the worse thing was.. theres this stupid baby who was bawling his lungs out on the train..

and the best part was.. my discman batt died on me halfway through the journey..

i would have strangled the baby with my bare hands if i could stretch my super short arms just a little bit more towards him..

i swear i was angry enough to really want to strangle the little idiot.. with my throbbing head and all.. if only my arms were long enough..

I HATE BAWLING BABIES! i dont care if i used to be one myself.. i just hate them to bits..

the idiot and his mom got off at tiong bahru (the best thing that happened to me today).. and i enjoyed peace..

until dover..

when two stupid gits got onto the train and were talking incessantly about dunno what kinda f****** game.. at the top of their voices.. while standing right next to me..

standing right next to me is defined by my face sticking onto his shoulder for more than 99% of the journey..

yes. the train is that crowded. never seen this kind of phenomenon before. dont know where all the extra people popped out from.

their incessant talking is adding trauma to my throbbing head.. and the best bit was.....

the train braked suddenly while we were reaching jurong east..

and this stupid guy (aka the one standing next to me talking about nothing but shooting people down) banged into me HARD and

STEPPED ON MY NEW SHOES!!!

and left one ugly black patch on my spotlessly white shoes.. *fumes*

the other guy still laughed at him for banging into me..

typical immature guys.

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my headache got so bad that i puked the moment i reached home..

had to force myself to wolf down my dinner with a smile (and the smell of my vomit) because i didnt want to upset my grandpa.. who spent much time and effort to prepare the meal..

talk about having monday blues...

woe is me.