emoemoemo

I hadn't had dinner since we had to rush for 'CBLC meeting', which eventually turns out to be a healthy fun gathering.
When taking A2 for sheares, I - perhaps out of hunger - pressed the bell after the first bus stop I saw. I thought it was the second. Well... you all know that biz busstop is the 3rd from PGP, and that the 2nd is where people don't normally descend at. So after that, it went like this.

*bus stops*

Uncle driver: *opens doors*
Me: *lalala*

Uncle driver: *looks at that.. mirror-to-see-see-what-happens-behind*
Me: *stretches head*

Uncle driver: *still looking*
Me: *see front door* *see back door* ^..cmon,, someone go up or go down..^

Uncle driver: *raises eyebrow*
Me: *see front door* *see back door* *see front door..* ^..okay uncle,, forget it,, close the doors n go on..^

Uncle driver: *staring at the mirror*
Me: *......* ^..go liao! zzz...^
Mike: Sorry uncle, sorry.

Uncle driver: *seems to not have heard Mike, continues to stare at the mirror*
Me: ^..c'mon.. forget it, confirmed some dumb guy pressed with wrong timing one..^

Uncle driver: *stares*
Me: *sigh*

Uncle driver: *pulls handbrake*
Me: *!@&#(&$(@#&$($* dah, dah.. gw maju lah..
Mike: *steps over*

Uncle driver: ^..ah,, here comes the culprit..^
Me: Uncle, sorry just now press wrong.. I thought there already *points*

Uncle driver: *silence*
Me: *walks back to seat*

Uncle driver: *closes door, drives*
Me: *sigh*


That only shows that working overtime might make you way tired that simple things could turn you emo.