one of those days

you know one of those days where every small little thing just go wrong? today, that is my day. nothing went right.

still recovering from nights, got a long night sleep, but was just so tired when i got up. fine, had to rush quite a bit to get the bus. big leakage in the fridge. looked like there was a small little hole in my smoothie carton, and there was just smoothie everywhere. by the looks of the place of the hole, it's as if it was definitely compressed by something heavy. but nobody's saying anything. fine.either that or the carton was just badly designed. ugh. splashed myself with a bit. double ew. got to the bus stop, bus comes, time to go. at least i caught the bus right? got to church, was tired. very tired, that i slept in sermon. long time since i've done that. church ended. go back home to realise a lot of food was soaked in smoothie. intended to eat leftover pizzas for lunch. left them in a box without putting it into a fridge, but my kind flatmate put in on a plate for me, uncovered, into the fridge yesterday. and it was soggy. the whole fridge was pink. ugh ugh ugh. and it's so frustrating when you try to clean something and while you are trying to do that, something drops, something crashes, something more messy turns out. bah. didn't help that i had this headache bugging me from the morning. do laundry, forgot about it. hang my stuff, my rack falls apart... found the perfect train ticket to book, then find out it's a part bus route. wanted to talk to my parents so i waited, but they weren't online. cooked and wanted to watch tv while eating, and the antenna refuse to work today. about to get ready to sleep, then realise i've no ironed clothes for tomorrow. got the ironing board out, banged my head on the door handle, like HARD. got the ironing board the wrong side round, then the right side round, and then there was no iron. God knows where the iron is. perhaps in my flatmates room, and she just slept. means i have to get up early tomorrow. ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! if i believe in luck, i'd have think that today's my friday the 13th. problem is i don't, so i don't have anything/one to blame. can't possibly blame God right? and it's not like i'm not trying. been trying to let this day turn around, but it just simply doesn't. and the vicious cycle of building frustration and feeling very very sien just goes on. the fact that i was frustrated from my labour ward night attachment on friday didn't help at all.

or perhaps something went right... nothing really serious happen i guess. i'm still alive, didn't hurt myself, nobody died. but bah, it's just so hard to be thankful for anything when all these small things happen one after the other. i really really hope tomorrow gets better. please, God? sometimes i really wonder why You let such days happen, but i guess you really do have a purpose despite all these. Just, help me see.