It's 1257pm.

Yet I have already swayed much.

First thing, is to get out of the wrong side of my bed. I think I am horrendous, and getting worst than horrendous. I slept pretty early these few days... 1230am last night, and 1145pm on Monday night... but i STILL woke up late. Or rather i STILL refuse to get up from my bed... SHIT ME. I've been irritating my roomie with my alarm clock and i can say this shows that her threshold for me is great... ahhhh.... DAMN ME. ROTTEN ME.

I go with the saying that goes "If you start your day badly, the rest of your day will be poor".

Me = a living testimony of whoever the genius who came up with that.

The reason is simple. When your day starts foul, the lens you view your day with is foul.

Like today. Waking up late.

Ok, therefore, reach tuition late.

Then, when I walked out from kid's house, I see 154 whizzing past, stopping at the bus stop, one lonely soul alighting, no one boarding. You think the bus driver would be nice enough to wait for a pathetic kid wearing flip flops, staggering to the bus stop? NAH. Bus Drivers are 90% evil. They leave the 10% of goodness they have for old folks only.

And why must I wear flip flops EVERYTIME i need to run for the bus?!?!!?! WHY!?!?!? Why can't I be in my Adidas sneakers that gives me the confidence to even out run PPT?! (confidence only la, ok? heh)

Actually, based on the above saying, one can reason it out. It's all cause and effect. If I didn't wake up late, and I didn't have to rush, I would have put on shoes instead of flip flops. Cuz for shoes, I have to wear socks and I have to tie shoelaces, which takes up triple the time than just slipping into the flip flops. So if I didn't wake up late, I would do everything leisurely, I won't feel pressurised and I won't feel foul. I am the cause of my very own misery. And this makes it doubly miserable because I don't even have an excuse, not even a lame one and I have no one to push the blame to so that I can feel less miserable.

I ROT.

Ok. Back to the day... So I missed one 154... Frustrated, I decided to cross the overhead bridge to wait for the 154 from the opposite direction. Sounds dumb but actually I can take the 154 from the opposite direction to go to Clementi MRT station, then take a train to Boon Lay.

Might be faster, I thought.

10 steps away from my bus stop, I see the 154 from "the other side of the road" whiz past. Double deck, air con. OK FINE. In my heart I was thinking, as usual. what's new. i keep missing buses.

After 15 mins, the bus finally arrived. In glee cuz the 154 from "the initial side of the road" hasn't appeared. YEAH.

So I took the MRT to Boon Lay and went to Popular to buy paper(grab and go), then I quickly walked to the interchange... from the 179 side, to take 199 back to hall. It was 12 noon already. Bloody, and my tuition ended at 11am CAN?

Just when I reached the 179 side, I saw the 199 stop at the 199 side. never mind if there were a lot of people at the interchange, I plucked my legs and started to run. Carrying the stack of paper and in flip flops. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me which apparently weren't fast enough. My eyes were on the queue. I could see the last girl boarding the bus. I could see that the bus driver couldn't see me running! I wanted to jay walk but I couldn't! No way could I jay walk! My legs weren't going fast enough!

The bus driver looked at his side mirror!

And he drove off.

A pathetic girl with dishevelled hair slowed down in her tracks, and gave up running.

She looks calm from the outside, in her eyes you could see a tinge of disappointment.

Inside, she is raging with fire, her heart throws a frustrated kid's tantrum. She yanks her flip flops away, and shot-puts the stack of papers she's carrying with all her might. She feels short-changed, betrayed. But cannot pin point her betrayal to anybody.

SUAY is her conclusion.