It's a matter of perspectives

It's has been a horrid day today. Had econs case study paper in the morning and went to JP for lunch at Long John Silvers. On the way back, I felt extremely ill for god knows what reason, and it was making my mood really bad. On the walkway to the lift, I nearly got KO'd by an incoming bicycle. Luckily the auntie stopped just in time, but she fell off and her stuff in the basket were on the floor. Wanted to offer help, but she seemed to be fine, so I just went on my way to take the lift without saying anything. Geh. Can't help but feel guilty now that I didn't help her, I guess tiredness and bad mood weren't good enough reason for myself.

About an hour ago, I was riding my own bicycle in the park nearby to vent off some boredom and frustration. My supposedly enjoyable and relaxing ride was ruined by some guy who refused to give way during a turn. The wheel portion of the bike went by with no problem, but the handlebar of both my bike and his bike crashed and I fell over. Oh joy. Scraped my lower leg on the rough cement ground and had some abrasions, but it wasn't anything serious. Interestingly, one of the pedals on his bike detached and flew off, while my bike only sustained a crooked handlebar. Hm. I'm still feeling indignant because that was the first time I crashed into someone and sustained injuries. BLEH. What's with me and the problem with bicycles today.

Grouchy. Grouchy. Grouchy. It does not help that tomorrow's paper is on pure maths, something that I seriously have dwindling passion about. Ironically, the course I want to take in Uni considers maths as the only specific criteria. Darn.

Horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Vegetable. I. Need. To. Vent. Out. Some. Air.

GAH.