First the shit happened. I did my English homework. I swear. But I left it at home! Big woop. So what did Mr chong do? Sent us out of the class, tables and chairs included. Asshole.
Second. I went for CO (yay.) then realized I was severely out of practice. After like 2 tries on the concert piece my head was throbbing really really badly. It's like someone was trying to flatten the back of my skull while pounding on it with a sledgehammer. So I decided to take a nap. I was rewarded with... wait for it.. a migraine.
Then during briefing, Ser Yang shouted at us. No, he wasn't wrong to do so, not at all. In fact, his words had merit. It sorta sent a shiver down my spine and froze me to the spot. Yeah, so true. To the bastards who still think otherwise, wait till I get my hands and mouth on you.
Finally, it rained cats and dogs just as I was about to get home. Father Rain got emo again. Something to do with Mother Monsoon breaking up with him. Either way, no one offered him a tissue this time, so MC and I gritted our teeth and went our separate ways, each knowing the wet wet path that lied ahead.
Okay, here's the only decent thing that happened all bloody depressing day. As I smashed the traffic light button, a complete stranger offered me her umbrella. I swear someone swung a mace right into my face. Stranger. Umbrella? What? SINGAPORE?
Yes folks. A Singaporean offered to share her umbrella. You know what? Maybe she ain't local. She said she was currently renting a place in the area, so probably not local at all. Oh yeah, and I realized my right ear piece is busted. Plays so bloody soft.
I'm tired.