She must be crazy!!!

Geeeezzzzzz!!!! THAT HURT DEADLY!!!!


Yea, I dnt even understand myself how could i go out without wearing sneakers, I should have, I should have never exposed any part of my skin to the world, so that people could not have stomped on my foot, made it bled and then swollen like a strawberry NOW!!!!!

I just wanted to check out the drift store in Waterloo street. And It had appeared to be a huge disappointment to me already! I wanted to look around Haji Lane and also ended up with only a mere merchandise. So did I deserve to get this injury on the way back?

I know it's got to do with the increasing crowd of passenger in every single trip I take recently. It has gone on the news, in anybody's mind that this is not good, but why anyone, BUT me had to be suffered from the scenario of this over-population drawback?

I met Adrian and his girlfriend at City Hall station and couldnt continue conversing with them just because of this airhead woman who dared to put on such sharp killing high heels and didnt have control nor confidence over wearing. I was unfortunate enough to be the one standing next to her, and when the god damn train sped up, she just indeliberately gave me a god know how disastrous painful bloody hole on my left foot and rambling something like apologies. I wish at that moment I could have glare at her and stress any single word of this: If Sorry can solve anything, why would we need policeman?

And I gotta get off at Dhoby Ghaut, for i couldnt balance myself with only one leg any longer. I sat there, and burst into tears for my weak hesitancy!!! I lost my voice and my very right to protect myself over this world. I felt pathetic and dispaired, for I couldnt handle well such small matter, how could i become a cool and charming woman like Ra Im ( from Secret Garden). I was weeping for a while, ignorant of people staring at me and entertainment (geeez, how I hate gossips). And so I decided to go home, coz my face had turned so red, i I had continued, i would have burned it. Chilled myself with a pack of yogurt, I went up to seek comfort from Secret garden. It did well and really took away my pain, literally, for the time being. But when i went back to bed, the flaming agony heated me up again +_____+ If only I could break all high heels in this world apart and throw back to their producers, saying that "Now try yourself how sharp this could be a human weapon, thank you very much!!!!"