1. I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that I hate all your actions. Seriously, this is your idea of a maturity? Screaming about like red-faced kids in class, demanding for the teacher’s attention and rudely screeching your uncalled-for opinions. Those around you might appreciate your distracting laughter and nonsense but for the rest of us who want not to waste our youth you’re just being a fucking pain in the ass. It makes me sick to have classmates like these who show no respect to the teacher. Is it going to kill you to have to adopt a more polite tone? Or to shut up for a moment while the teacher is speaking? Maybe each and every one of you should try and be a teacher for a day, stand there and try to control a rowdy class who seems not to hear you, ignores what you say and demands to end lessons earlier. Have a taste of what it feels like to stand there and not have anyone give a shit to the effort you put in. Have a taste of what it feels like to come to class, wanting to help students develop the necessary skills and have them throw in your face “Teacher, can go home not?”. Have a taste of what it feels like to painstakingly prepare questions for tutorials and nobody ever does them. Maybe then you will think twice before putting forth all your little grandiose speeches.
2. It baffles me how Singaporeans acutely lack basic courtesy when taking public transport. It has been a common complaint now, that they really do not know how to behave. Leaning against the handlebars, not moving towards the centre of the carriage (and therefore depriving several passengers of a chance to board the train), rushing into the train even before passengers have alighted from it… Taking public transport has become such a frustration recently. When you are one of the commuters on the platform, rushing for school and you’ve missed the previous train and the next is taking forever to come because of some technical glitch, and then when it finally arrives to your horror you cannot squeeze in because the carriage is supposedly packed, and when the train speeds past you, you find out the that middle of the train is FUCKING UNCROWDED and you could have gotten in if not for those blustering idiots who crowd at the doors. And you’d be surprised at the profile of those blustering idiots. Of course, there are the usual auntie-types who really should be given private transport for the sake of everyone else’s sanity (because they are always the main culprits of shoving, blocking and leaning on handlebars) but there are also the working professionals whom I thought would have more brains (and culture) than to stand right at the doors and blocking everyone’s goddamn way. Elderly persons, whom we all assume ought to be serene and kind-hearted souls, are no better either. Such is the curse of public transport that I have to face every single morning.
3. I really really really really really really really really really really really really really reallyreally really really really really really really really really really really really hate people who lack punctuality. I’ve just realized that for almost my whole life so far, I’m often the one being made to wait for others. Once, I even waited for someone for 1 hour. Which is a great achievement seeing as I’m a very impatient person. It makes me wonder, why do I even wait for them? Or, why do I even make the effort to wake up early to be there on time? Why, when the other party doesn’t even have enough respect for me to do the same? Many a times, I felt like screaming at the person, explode in a expletive-filled tirade, but what’s the point? It’s not going to gain back the time that I wasted walking around aimlessly, like an idiot standing stationary against the flow of the crowd. If I was brave enough I would walk away immediately after the arranged time has passed. But I never do. Even after 1 hour, I still wait. And I don’t know why either.
It’s been a bad day… apologies for having to read my rant, but I just had to get it all out.
I got myself this leather skirt from Lucyd Acyd today, isn’t it gorgeous? It resembles the Topshop Leather Paperbag Skirt from awhile back but I have a feeling that this one is of a better quality than the Topshop one. Plus, it costs almost 1/4 of the price.