I am very annoyed.

Today I was standing at the MRT platform, and when the train came in there was this guy walking past me, trying to look for the emptiest carriage or something. He decided it was the one in front of me, and he shoved through the people standing there and planted himself right in front of the doors, like the ugly Singaporean that he is. And then when the doors opened, he shoved through the crowd, to hell with the people trying to come out of the train, and found a seat for himself. And he wasn't fat, but he wasn't a small man, so it was certainly was not a pleasant experience for the people he was pushing past.
And by no means is this sort of extreme kiasu-ness an isolated occurrence. Admittedly I don't travel by MRT very often at all, but virtually every time that I have, I've seen people who barge into the MRT without waiting one second for the passengers to come outside first.
Sometimes I wonder where people's brains are located. I think a large number have theirs in their asses.

And then I was thinking about the humanz scholarship and how we've been in JC for close to FIVE months and they still haven't made a fucking decision about our lives. What about the people in arts who want to shift classes once they get the scholarship? They get sucked into a totally new class, half a new syllabus and it's either that or they've got no choice but to stay in their classes, while frankly for quite a few applicants the attraction of humanz is the intellectual environment?

Tomorrow I have to choose between 'party' at Kitson's, and SYF rehearsal. Plus the necessary trip to the British embassy in the morning. I need a moment for me. A moment when I don't feel like just falling fast asleep. Today I fell asleep when I was between music and dance classes.. and my contacts went all awry and the toilets at SIFAS are so lizard-ridden, and especially since all the lizards go and hide behind the mirror as soon as anyone steps in there, I didn't dare to go and fix my contacts. So I stumbled around a bit during dance. And then was that MRT ride with the super ill-mannered man.

Still ... exhausted.