Bad Day 2

Early in the morning, my blood is already boiling. The MRT train I took today was so damm crowded. I was being pushed all the way inside without giving me a comfortable space for me to stand because of the crowd in front and behind, a couple having their lugguages lying around the floor which gives them ample space to stand relaxingly and I'm the only one struggling to stand without knocking on the person beside me because of the stupid mrt train driver who drove so recklessly that the train kept jerking so hard. That is not all, the uncle who was in front of me was irritating. He kept looking around the women near him. He was like fixing his eyes at the women's body, so damm pissing off. I feel like punching his eyes. He seemed like those people who came from kampong village who never seem women before.

I can only say that this is life, what can I do. Now I think of it, am I born as a human to be punished because I did something wrong in my past life? Crazy of me to think of that but I can't help but always asking myself this question.