No eternal bad luck
I thought it was my blackest day. And yes it was my blackest day. Having a leaking water bottle that wetted the entire carriage in the MRT as well as spoiling my phone and wetting my skirt, failing to locate the shop that sells my dream white leather bag, losing the sight of people who were supposed to guide me to the aiesec gathering place, being the punching bag at aiesec gathering, missing the last bus and ended up camping at NUS, having an eye red and the other eye swollen. But yes it was my blackest day because the days after aren't black anymore. My phone recovered perfectly miraculously, and camping over at NUS wasn't too bad as what I expected. Life goes on. For every bad thing that brushes pass you, smile, and it will be gone eventually. No matter how bad it seems at the moment.