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Tuesday, January 09, 2007 . 10:56 PM

My period must be on the way. Why else would I be feeling melancholic? I don't think downing gallons of coke helps too.

I had the most atrocious luck the day before. Seeing as how I'm feeling none too happy that school has re-started, the spate of bad luck really put a damper on my mood. So why don't I share the amusing horror story and if you've been unlucky as well, you can take perverse delight in my misfortune.

The story goes like this:

In order to reach school by 7pm, yours truly left work at 5.50pm... only to see the bus pulling away from the bus stop when I neared the bus stop. Thinking the maximum waiting to be 15-20 minutes, I settled down to wait. 15 minutes passed. Then 20. 25. 30.

At 6.25pm, I was feeling irritated and maligned. Nevertheless, being the little trooper that I am, I went over to the MRT station and attemped to take the train. After 7 minutes, the first train came.

It was fully packed. Unlucky me didn't manage to squeeze on. I guess I just ain't kiasu enough. The second train arrived 3 minutes later and I still couldn't get on. By now I blew my top. I think I had a right to be angry.

I waited almost an hour to leave OUTRAM, god damn it! Is it really that crowded? Where are all these people going on a Monday evening? Shouldn't they all be doing OT? I was so enraged that I swore out loud in the train station.

I know, I know, I should have been more in control, but who can stay calm in situations like that? Anyway, I had to take a cab to school. If I had to take a cab every time I go to school, I'll definitely be broke before the month is out.

I miss going out and getting smashed. Urgh, what am I saying? I need to abide by my no getting drunk resolution!