It’s nothing quite like waking up and finding out that he has bought me some breakfast – curry puffs! It reminds me of the earlier months in the relationship when there would always be food waiting for me in the mornings.

This is a good morning I thought. Last night he surprised me with Xiaolongbaos from Din Tai Feng and some jap balls. Yummy!

What other way can a man show how much he cares?

So anyway I was in a good mood when I stepped out of the flat. I was in a good mood even when I missed the bus and had to wait 5 minutes for another. I was still in a good mood when I missed the train. Nothing could ruin my mood or so I thought. Until I stepped onto the next train and saw a man leaning against the pole!

Seeing a moron like him ruined my morning. It’s like flashing a red flag at a bull and enraging it.

I hate “pole-hoggers”!!!

The moron decided to press his entire back against the pole leaving not much space for anyone to cling onto. He is depriving sad people like me who are clumsy and have problems balancing, a life saviour!

So I spent the next few stops seeing red and envisioning ways I can mutilate the inconsiderate moron.

Imagine, stabbing the idiot with a knife repeatedly ala Happy Tree Friends’ fashion or how about stabbing the eye with a pen, pouring vinegar into his wound before dissolving the rest of him in acid…

I didn’t know I’m capable of being such a bitch so early in the morning. My brain don’t usually wake up till after 10am at the earliest.

So bitchy was I that I considered throwing some insults: “Excuse me. What the fuck is your problem? Are you blind or just plainly spastic socially inept to see that the train is crowded and by leaning against the pole you’re very inconsiderate? Blah blah blah…”

But I didn’t of cos.

Oh. Then I encountered another category of people that riles me up – those who walk into the lift, press their levels and then walk to the back of the lift… what if the door closes before I could get in?

What the fuck is their problem?!?!?!

Hmmm… I’m temperamental these days. Maybe I’ve been laughing too damn hard, been too busy annoying Ernest with incessant chatter and bimbotic comments.

What else can you expect? Intelligent stimulating conversation from a 6-week pregnant mommy?

Kidding. Hur.

Maybe I’m seeking ways to manifest my anger or frustrations elsewhere. *shrugs*