Technically speaking, the holidays are here but we all know they really are not. It's 11.41 in the morning and I really should be revising for my Chemistry or doing the 10 essays that we have for Biology because as we all know, the A levels are coming soon(as the school never fails to remind us) and they'll either make or break you. Nowadays, I've even resorted to taking a shortcut to the MRT station just in case the cleaner downstairs decides to brandish a feather duster in my face and starts to do a countdown till the A levels.
I need lax laws.
Moving along, Campus Superstar was crap last night. Khim was eliminated over Clara; is there no respect for vocal talent anymore? Granted Clara's smile is electrifying but that's about how far it goes. But if I were to really eliminate someone, it would have to be Geraldine. That girl was breathless halfway through the song, can't freaking dance to save her life and even forgot the lyrics. She had absolutely no saving grace. And yet, she was safe from elimination. You know what? Let's just cut down the chase and crown her the champion already. The fans will be able save 60 cents per vote and put the money to better use;for example, getting their ears checked.
The guys were no better last night. Adriano was jumping so much in front that he couldn't even sing the rest of the song. Renfred was the best last night by a mile and he totally mopped the floor with everyone else's performances. Do you know how sad that it is, considering how Renfred is a Wilber Pan wannabe(of all people!).
Transportation in the morning is a complete biatch. I board the train, thinking that I'd be able to occupy the various empty seats but who should know that the aunties behind me charged in, ran past me and simply planted their gigantic asses on the seats like they were rushing for the Great Singapore Sale to buy the last piece of XXL pantie at only $5.90(And you get a fork as a free gift!). Why can't they open their bloody eyes and realise that while they are merely swinging their ugly and (and most probably imitations too)ridiculously light hand bags, we students here are hunching our backs, trying our best not to be crushed under the weight of our bags. While we sweat profusely on the train even though it is air-conditioned, they remain seated silently, turning a blind eye to all that they see, even pregnant ladies. You can see such aunties everywhere and even before they board the train, you can see them craning their necks to search for empty seats like a blood hound searching for prey. The moment they detect an empty seat, be it by sight, smell or hearing, it's no holds barred. They pull out every single weapon and trick up their sleeves and ensure that they will eventually get the seat. I once saw these 2 aunties snatching for a seat and it was totally hilariously and humiliating: one of the aunties actually ended up seating on the other.
Yes, well done aunties, mission accomplished.
These aunties remind me of the people who want to board the bus at the Polyclinic bus-stop(which is 1 bus-stop ahead of where all Pioneers alight). Without fail, every morning, they would simply wait at the bus stop in front of the polyclinic and expect to get onto the bus. Can't they freaking see that the entire of Bombay has been emptied into the bus? Why can't they just walk 10 min to the bus stop where we alight and then they'll be able to board the bus more easily without having to squeeze. Are they that unfit that they can't walk for 10 min? Because it appears so. I can already imagine them having a conversation with themselves:
-takes a step forward- "Can't....-tongue starts to stick out- go.....-pants and sweats a river-.....on"
