Bad day. Pure bad.

I desperately need to do some bitching.


1. Some people have NO IDEA what an EXPRESS QUEUE means. In case you need some prescription lens for your cataracts, an EXPRESS QUEUE means 1. you can only queue there when you have 10 or LESS items and 2. pay via CASH or NETS. Hello?! Are you blind?! Can't you see the sign stuck at the start of the counter? Or were you thinking that your fake Coach bag will entitle you to circumventing the instructions and joining the queue with your trolley-load of groceries? Omg sometimes such people make me wanna trade in my red passport for something else, so that I don't have to be segmented along with them.

2. That Ah Mei Cafe at IMM should fold up; the food sucks, you've got to wait 20 minutes for simple prata, and at the end of 20 minutes you fork apart your dry and crusty prata to find out that the inside is half-cooked. SO WHAT if you serve fatty, artery-clotting briyani? SO WHAT if you use dumb customer-paging devices? Because you just lost another customer.


And sometimes I find it so much easier to solve problems simply by keeping it all inside and crying it all out at the end of the day. Saves all the trouble.