First thing, in the morning need to find passport, I realized my passport is MISSING and worst is this trespasser - me, is supposed to go back KL on coming Friday!
Second thing, I drove to the west to collect mail from old owner then he said he was in town.
Third thing, I drove to town to collect mail and some money from him and realized I need to go back office in Tuas, (west-most part) and need to be in town again afterward for a gathering.
Fourth thing, after headed to west (office) and worked for few hours, I realized it's not necessary for me to be back to ofice.
Fifth thing, tonight gathering called off.
Sixth thing, office problems happened.
Seventh thing, back home heavy traffic, on the road for an hour.
Eighth thing, reached home, quickly put on sporty outfit and get ready to go range to hit some balls, venting off my frustration in a healthy way. Mummy on the line.
Nineth thing, a heavy downpour so suddenly restricted me to get out from home.
Tenth thing, rain finally stop, went up to the car with golf club, there I go - driving range. Drove halfway and realized didn't bring enough money to buy a range card (unless you steal otherwise no balls without range card)
Eleventh thing, drove back to get money, looked at the time! It would be too late when I got back to the driving range, the shop will be closed and no range card could be purchased.
Twelveth thing, thought of going supper but it's getting late, ended up open my sinful Chips to bite. When I open, the show came. Chips splattered all over the floor. Clean up before I can eat the leftover.
Thirteenth thing, finally cleaned the mess, finished up chips, thought mood gets better. Sorry. It was not the end. Went to bathroom, got my clothes off, ready to bathe thus open tap. The stupid water tap got off and water starts splashing to the wall, the ceiling, the whole bathroom, the naked me, the clothes and undies. I kept trying to fix it up by forcing the tap back inside. My arm got strengthless, the water still splashing so "HUNGRILY" and "EXAGGERATINGLY". I can't be bothered. Put on my wet clothes and came out yelled for help.
15 minutes more to 12am back then.
CAN THIS F**KING IDIOT DAY BE ENDED WHEN 12 STRIKES??!






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