this morning is an example of what every morning should be, glorious, serene, natural.

can you hear that noise?

*listens* what noise?

exactly. there is none.

there is no angry psychotic mother in dire need of a punching bag screaming her brains out at a poor (equally psychotic) child lying atop a chaotic pile of clothes, bags, scarves, shoes and belts on her bed, fast asleep with the lights on.

oh, if you didn't know, that psychotic child is none other than... me. *shrugs* i was having a mini-fashion show in my room that night. *yawn*

so, that's for the serene. as for natural, i actually woke up the 'natural' way, something i haven't done for the past 10+ years? no stupid alarm clock, which i sleep through anyway. no angry people throwing water in my face, pinching me, lunatic tirades, flinging death threats, no hyperactive brother COURTING DEATH by entering my room beating that STUPID national day DRUM and marching around my bed or running and catapulting himself into my bed ON TOP OF ME.

tell me, does he want an early death or what? sure sounds like it.

glorious; it just is. no other way around it. sitting up in bed, laptop on my lap, curtains swishing, fan blowing. things are just the way they should be and suddenly everything seems right in the world again, if just for a second, if just for me.

if i had to summarise yesterday into two lines, i'd say, "so much for alone time" and "dinner was lovely"

*snorts* i'm starting to detest taking public transport more and more, not for the transport bit itself, but the people who take the transport. for some reason, as yet unknown [i'm blaming the weather for now. humidity makes me PMS-y] everything/everyone irritated me to some degree yesterday. this malay family taking up the entire row of seats and among them, two extremely obese malay ladies taking up 3 seats between them, for their precious handbags you see. this guy wanted to sit there, but the lady didn't even bother to move her handbag (surely it had to be made of gold), when she SO knew he wanted to sit. they just continued yabbering away. ARGH.

i was watching from my seat directly across, squashed between two army-ish men on my right, shaking his leg so hard that my body was vibrating, not only that. he yelling to his mother on the phone about some nonsense. why i say he was yelling? because i could hear him through my damn earphones! and it was already on the loudest. and the lovely man on my left, smelled like he used a cologne called "cigarette". i swear he has sprayed it all over himself or something. and he was happily digging his nose and wiping it on his pants.

tell me, how am i supposed to enjoy my trainride with such disgusting habits all around me? two SELFISH ladies, an UNCOUTH man and a FILTHY man with obvious hygiene problems.

nonetheless, i braved the saturday crowd to get to my precious library... only to be met with squealing children running around, throwing books as they went. one day, when their parents are not looking, i'll just stomp on them, like the flies that they are. or stuff them 'irritatingly noisy children in libraries' of the world into those padded cells at mental institutes. there! now you can make all the noise you want. nobody can hear you! *evil laughter*

just as i've picked out a pile of books and settled down quite nicely, the woman on my left decides to embark on a phone conversation with her mother (what is up with mothers and phone conversations? LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN ALONE!) it annoyed me incessantly, to the extent that i had to make the conscious choice between screaming, "PUT DOWN THE PHONE OR TAKE IT OUTSIDE! YOU'RE IN A LIBRARY! SILENCE MUST BE OBSERVED!" or borrowing my books and leaving.

i chose the latter.

i bet the whole world just heaved a sigh of relief for my almost-total&complete self humiliation. heh. if i had screamed at her, surely i would've been the one to get dragged out by security guards wailing dramatically,"IT WASN'T ME! IT WAS HER! I'M INNOCENT!"

i wandered around, and wandered my way to my beloved borders. even borders managed to irritate me yesterday, make a guess about my PMS level in that case. all these stupid men (the ladies were all crowded round the magazine section so you can't say i'm being sexist) taking up the benches and their stubborn refusal to make way for a third person. idiots *shakes head*

to be continued....