After changing outta cycling attire, both Joei&I was on our way to Marina Square. We met this indian army guy cladded in his no.4 uniform on bus 14 at about 5odd. Yeah sure enough, there's no mistake in taking a seat behind us, but he really do has long legs that he kept kicking against our seat. He was like directly behind Joei yet i could feel the jolt from the back time and again. Not like the driver was driving recklessly that he couldn't control his legs, so in a situation where we could no longer tolerate, Joei turned and gave him a look like "why the hell do you keep pushing against it". Instead of feeling apologetic, he simply hurled 'f-u-c-k'. Well, as a juvenile we could do nothing but to bite this tolerance down our spine or simply just cuss&swear after this incident. Blame it on our luck. And we met this super hostile Macs' cashier at ECP too.

And upon reaching home, i got to realize something aghasting too. Sth worthy to be apprehensive over :(