i'm an mrt cheat!

I go home from Cityhall alot, usually after gym. To get myself a seat, I usually take the train 2 stations back to Marina Bay to get back to Woodlands.

According to a A.Raviprakash, I am a MRT cheat. Choice excerpt: "These are the ones who board the train at the station before the last one on the route. They do not alight at the last station, but remain in the trains and continue their journey when the train starts again."

Oh dear. I hope the Judge, when she's done with CSJ and sister, will have enough reason and logic to show leniency to me.

I just don't have what it takes to get a seat. After gymming, I'm just so tired I just wanna crash in the train for the too long journey back home because I probably have at least 3-5 hours of studying. I'm not cut out to get a seat. I lack the single-mindedness to focus on an empty seat as the train is pulling up. I lack the grit to jostle through the outgoing crowd. I lack the skill to push the competition aside. I mean, you ask me to get straight As, no problem. The problem is they don't teach how to get seats in books. Except maybe in the Muay Thai book.

Anyway, getting a seat is really not as hyped out as it is.

People are getting fatter and fatter, it's really quite hard to get your own seat all to yourself. I mean, I can deal with people who open their legs big big to air their crotch cuz I can leg press ALOT of weights. But fat people there's no pushing them back; they win just by existing.

Once, despite the train being really empty, I choose to seat beside this really slender female. She looked at me like I was a psychopath, and I replied with my 'it's for the best' look. It really was for the best, till she got off at Somerset.

There was another time I sat beside this seat which had a stain that looked suspiciously like blood. Singaporeans avoided the seat like poison and I was left alone for awhile. I was happy. Beware, however, of the one gross enough who dares to sit on blood-like stains.