What a lousy Monday. I was trampled and squashed like a meatloaf by this burly NS guy who tried to squeeze through the sardined-packed bus to alight at his stop. No 'Excuse Me' even. Tsk tsk tsk.

Not only that, as he squashed by me and other passengers, he squashed my packed briyani as well with his stupid one heck of a big bag! In the quietness of the bus, you can actually hear the styrafoam gave a loud crack.

Imagine how heartbroken I was. I just stared at my paperbag. And this kepo uncle looked at me like as if it's my fault that I almost ended on someone's lap. Damn annoying, so I gave him a cold stare and he looked away. Hmph. And you know, that wasn't the end of it all.

Like as if it wasn't bad enough, that NS guy decided to add injury to insult (literally) by STEPPING on my foot. Mind you, he wasn't wearing a pair of cheap slippers ok. He was wearing his stupid army boots which weigh like a TON with his size. All 5 tiny toes of mine were begging for mercy I tell you. It happened so fast, I couldn't even scream.

If he had stepped on my other foot, which a toe is currently swollen, I can imagine myself strangling him.

Hello, if you know you're gonna get down early, where the bus would've been so packed by then, don't sit right at the back lah. You know it's not gonna be easy for you to weave through the bus, so just sit near the door and you don't have to cause inconveniences to others. Better still, sit by the steps.

It's not like you're paper you know.

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Yesterday's lecture in commemoration with Maulidur Rasul, kept ringing in my head. I really should try harder and set my priorities straight. I really need to discipline myself. But it's so hard to do, so I pray for His guidance.

Attending such lectures is good as it bring awareness to ourselves. The thought of going is always dreadful for many, but once there, it's a good feeling. Plus, no discrimination there except for smiles to offer. And we're constantly reminded. Like now... I'm reminded all the time but it's whether or not, I wanna do it. That one step is so simple yet difficult at the same time.

That guilty feeling is always there. Guilty for not fulfilling my duties. Really should start to think about my every actions and every deeds. I fear not only for myself, but for those around me.

The end of the world is approaching. Am I ready?



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