Went for all my tutorials today and realised to my horror that all my tutors are male. The Lit tutor has an unintelligle Chinese accent (the irony-he's from PRC), I suspect the Sociology tutor is gay, the South Asian tutor is a cute German with a child's handwriting (imagine a right-handed person writing with his left), and the Social Work tutor is the fatherly-looking lecturer of the module.
I suppress the urge to scream.
I think people should stop treating the Bukit Batok MRT track as a swimming pool. It is socially inconsiderate to put people through the ordeal of scraping up your brain matter and other haemorrhaging innards off the tracks, and imagine all the passengers that have to get out of the train and watch! (Ok they don't have to watch, but the inner kaypoh in everyone wants to see copious amounts of blood once in a while. Or maybe it's just me. No. Actually, there were quite a lot of people standing around just to catch a glimpse of the second diving accident.)
I know I shouldn't be talking about the suicide like a joke but I think that's because can't help it cos my grandfather just died and I don't really know how to react.
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