Fact: The train to Bukit Batok this morning had plenty of seats.

Fact: I was practically first on queue for the first bus.

Fact: The queue in the canteen during recess was short, and there were nobody who was going to buy food for her two hundred and seventy-five friends.

Fact: The train back to Woodlands just now had some seats, one of which was mine.

Fact: The bus home from Woodlands Interchange was practically empty.

I had a bad day.

Why? I don't know if I should say it. I mean, I've said stuff about whiners, so I think I shouldn't complain. And look above, it's all good. So technically I should have had a good day, right? Well, maybe. Nah, I don't want to talk about it.

I don't think it'll do any good even if I told the whole world that I ran the most in the group and found nothing in the treasure hunt.

I mean, why tell people that I was still alone for lunch on the second day? To gain sympathy?

And so what if I had no dance partner even when there were more girls than guys? It wasn't just me.

So be content with "I had a bad day". Don't ask me why. I don't want to say.