Will the real rabid hamster please stand up?

It suddenly struck me. All my problems are so "real world" that it scares me.

Oh boy, I'm turning into one of those faceless, nameless, forgotten beings that you see everyday, trudging along Raffles Place and Orchard Road.

All I need now is some smart-ass, elitist R****** kid to tell me what a wretched, sorry creature I am.

I wish I didn't have to deal with all this, haha.