I ran a few errands for my parents yesterday afternoon at Marina Square.

And the most unbelievable thing happened!



Nope, its not winning 4D. (How I wish I did too!)


A (late 30ish old looking) guy, dressed hiphop-pidy young, "forcefully" bumped into me, even though I moved out of his way in my spanky new 4 inch heels carrying a huge muji bag & a slowcooker on 1 hand and a bag of Carl's Jr lunch + Strawberry Milkshake on the other, when I saw him running towards me from afar.

Due to his force, I fell to the ground with my face a few inches away from the stoned path, fortunately not spilling a single drop of my milkshake, verbal diarrhea-ing very very colorful Hokkien vulgarities (my very 1st successful attempt too) while he was still running, looking back with a nonchalant expression shown on his face, without a single word of sorry returned.

Ok, his expression wasn't nonchalant.
It was more of a "Not my fault LADY" expression.

At least some kind girls (also yelling "asshole" many times in that fella's direction though he's pretty far away by then) and a taxi driver helped me up and into the taxi uncle's taxi, who offered me some medication wine to rub on the badly sprained ankle, while sending me back to office.


Now, I can't help but felt so bloody pissed.

I'm injured. My 1st-day-worn greatly-discounted pair of Everbest heels are badly scratched on my left shoe. I'll be limping for the rest of the week, and god knows how long more. And my pricey lunch was squashed.

WHAT WAS BLOODY WRONG WITH THE FELLA????????!!!!!

In a "I'm-dead-becoz-I'm-sooo-late" type of girlfriend trouble?
Inaccurate judgment of space and distance??
Poor etiquette and manners???
OR just plain bo jia jiao????

JEEZ!!!!!!!!