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Dragging himself off his bed, he went shutting his annoying Ultraman alarm clock, and went back onto his bed, thinking to himself, "It's alright, I still got a couple of minutes to go".
He had this feeling that he's like sleeping on air, where the part when he dreams of falling onto the ground will shock him up from his dream.
"Oh shit" he grab his tower and heads to the bathroom, but the door denied him from entering.
"Who the fuck's inside?!" he thinks to himself frustratingly.
He's running out of time, it's 7:40am already. But yet, he could only wait.
"Eh faster go bathe can use already," his grandma nudged him.
While showering, he thinks to himself "Fuck, why i went back to sleep again just now, now damn late already..."
He tired speeding up what he usually does every morning and leaves his house, riding his bicycle to the interchange.
On the MRT, he felt so restless, seeing all people, with the same old facial expressions.
"Today's gonna be fucked up" he thinks to himself. "But why?" he thinks to himself again. It's not the first time he had asked himself the same thing.
Finally one day, he came to a conclusion - When everything doesn't goes according to plan, people goes into a panic mode, in which leaves them in an uncomfortable situation. For him, waking up late is the root of his fucked up day.
So what leads you to your fucked up day?
