I think good and bad things have to happen to me on an alternated basis, because that's how life is for me.

Remember yesterday, I had quite a good day?

Well today was terrible. I went to work. It was at Parkway Parade. Me, being a retard, went to Marina Bay. By the time I realised I was at the wrong place, it was 5, the time I was supposed to report for work. I smsed my manager and Elizabeth, and I found out that I was supposed to take to fucking Bedok.

So I took the MRT back to Bedok. I asked the station master what bus I was supposed to take. 31, he said. So I did. I saw the first 31 and rushed on board.

And where did I end up at after 20 minutes? Fucking Tampines.

By that time it was already 6.15pm.

So I didn't work today.

Great.

What a day.