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“But if you ever bring her back damaged again — and I don’t care whose fault it is; I don’t care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head — if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?”
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recently, i really had quite a few weird encounters when i take buses or trains.
jus take this morning as a super good example. i was on 197 going to sch so when i board the bus, it was crowded and the only seat left was at the back row between an auntie and a guy. so i went to take the seat. happily, i took out my ds and started playing at the same time listening to my mp3. after awhile, suddenly, i felt a huge thump on my right foot and i realise the auntie nxt to me had stepped on my foot. so i looked at her, and since she was looking away, naturally i tout maybe she didnt do it on purpose. so i jus let it go and continued playing my ds. after sometime, my ds ran out of batt, so i switched it off and sat on the seat and stone. THAT WAS WHERE THE FREAKING STRANGE THING HAPPENED. the auntie nxt to me suddenly stepped on my foot damn hard AGAIN and this time round, she even use her hands to hit my arms and my legs WHICH ALMOST PUSHED ME DOWN THE STUPID SEAT. its like WTH i turned and glared at her, and this time round she looked at me and gave me a sickly smug look. those kinda "i hit u what u want to do with me? hit me back?" look. freak i was damn pissed already so i glared back hardly at her, not willing to look away because i really feel like slapping her in the face. i really almost wanted to slap her. almost. i was clenching my fist already. but i tout it through for a few seconds in my mind and concluded that she was crazy (like really mentally unsound), so i jus glared at her and rolled my eyes and changed seats. that totally spoiled my morning.
yes she may be mentally unsound, so i guess it's jus why i had to choose that seat. and that day, some sicko guy followed me and i had to half walk half run to get away and flag a cab and run. it's jus idiotic that i have to be at the receiving end of all this crap and yet more often than not, i cannot do anything at all. give me a sandbag now i will make sure i make a huge hole in it. i jus feel like punching something now. o wells. suddenly when i speak of all these again, i feel the anger building up so i guess, it's time to stop talking about it for now.
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crazy
recently, i really had quite a few weird encounters when i take buses or trains.
jus take this morning as a super good example. i was on 197 going to sch so when i board the bus, it was crowded and the only seat left was at the back row between an auntie and a guy. so i went to take the seat. happily, i took out my ds and started playing at the same time listening to my mp3. after awhile, suddenly, i felt a huge thump on my right foot and i realise the auntie nxt to me had stepped on my foot. so i looked at her, and since she was looking away, naturally i tout maybe she didnt do it on purpose. so i jus let it go and continued playing my ds. after sometime, my ds ran out of batt, so i switched it off and sat on the seat and stone. THAT WAS WHERE THE FREAKING STRANGE THING HAPPENED. the auntie nxt to me suddenly stepped on my foot damn hard AGAIN and this time round, she even use her hands to hit my arms and my legs WHICH ALMOST PUSHED ME DOWN THE STUPID SEAT. its like WTH i turned and glared at her, and this time round she looked at me and gave me a sickly smug look. those kinda "i hit u what u want to do with me? hit me back?" look. freak i was damn pissed already so i glared back hardly at her, not willing to look away because i really feel like slapping her in the face. i really almost wanted to slap her. almost. i was clenching my fist already. but i tout it through for a few seconds in my mind and concluded that she was crazy (like really mentally unsound), so i jus glared at her and rolled my eyes and changed seats. that totally spoiled my morning.
yes she may be mentally unsound, so i guess it's jus why i had to choose that seat. and that day, some sicko guy followed me and i had to half walk half run to get away and flag a cab and run. it's jus idiotic that i have to be at the receiving end of all this crap and yet more often than not, i cannot do anything at all. give me a sandbag now i will make sure i make a huge hole in it. i jus feel like punching something now. o wells. suddenly when i speak of all these again, i feel the anger building up so i guess, it's time to stop talking about it for now.
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