Imagine my happiness when most of them went in the direction of suntec city. BUT that happiness was short-lived! The rooftop was closed! Goddamnit I felt like taking a bucket and shitting in it out of disappointment.

Me and Han were really dumb. There was this sign that said Level 3 Closed, and we thought, Hey they didn't say level 4 is closed, so we took the lift. We went in and pressed the button for level 4, which simply refused to light up. We kept pressing it, but it didn't light up and the doors were closing so we panicked and went out of the lift.

We refused to give up because we were being the stubborn goats that we are. So we went back in again, and didn't exit out of panic when the doors closed and the buttons refused to light up. The lift went up! But the doors didn't freaking open! Scary bodoh!

I was like, Oh fuck. I started pressing the level 2 button frantically and thank God, the lift went back down.

We went to sit at the bay, on some steps.

Why, oh why, are there so many foreigners hanging around there? Not the rich ass Caucasian expats, but the foreign workers, as in Thais and Banglas. There are so freaking many of them lah! What the hell!

It totally spoiled the mood for me because there was this group of idiotic MORONS who have no idea what the meaning of 'personal space' is. This group of Banglas suddenly decided to stand really close to us nearing the fireworks.

They SUCK dick, cunt, lollipop.

So irritating! And the smell! Gosh, I mean, nothing against Banglas in general because I'm sure there are a select few who have a sense of sanity in them, but this group of them I really felt like smacking. The frontmost two were stepping on my KitKat bag!

FUCK YOU go fuck yourselves and however many Indonesian maids STOP contaminating the Esplanade with your foul existence if I ever see you again I will rip your balls off lah kanina beh chee...ken macnugget filet-o-fish macspicy double.

And they kept staring at me and Shikin, and screaming whenever we let out whoops of excitement. Eh, seriously ah. Shaddafuckup can? You think you so funny is it? EH HELLO EXCUSE ME I THINK SEEING A GOAT HUMP THE MERLION WILL BE FUNNIER THAN YOU YOU PATHETIC SORRY EXCUSE OF A HOMO SAPIEN.

Enough of them. The fireworks were.. WOW. Front, left, right. And during the last burst there were actually lighted splints falling from the sky and onto the crowd below, into my hair! What the shit? The man next to me was like, EH macam air ludah tempias gitu.

AHAHAHAHA except that spit cannot burn you unless it comes from... Potassium Hydroxide! Acid mah. Ooh, I will stand further away from her whenever she speaks. No wonder her face like that, corroded already. HAHA!

Yummy eye candy everywhere! Saw this really hot neighbour of mine he is so HOT I thank God he lives in my vicinity. He really is damn hot. There were so many hot guys everysinglewhere!

Sorry bimbotic moment for a while there.

Reached home at around midnight? I like my neighbourhood at midnight. Very serene.

Was talking about parents after school with Siti, Husna, Ain and Maryam, and I realised that I am damnedly lucky.

My parents don't expect me to go JC after my O's. My mum rarely nags at me. My dad lets me go out. I don't live with a militant pair of parents controlling my every move.My mum doesn't talk shit. Neither does my dad, during the rare times that he does talk to me.

My parents support my passion for art. They understand that I have no interest in Maths and Science whatsoever. They, however, gently remind me that I have to scrape pass my O's to get anywhere in the world.

And I accept that, but not without struggle of course, because they don't drill it into my head and push it into my face with a DO THIS OR ELSE manner.

Well, they used to, and I made it clear that I wasn't going to take any of that shit from them. I am going to pursue art and there ain't nobody who's going to stop me.

Maybe it helped that I had an aim in life, and I was ready to commit to it.

But looking at others, they don't have the same luck as me. And here I am rubbing it in their faces. They're probably thinking FUCK YOU SLIK.

So I won't talk about this anymore.

I WILL LOSE WEIGHT I WILL LOSE WEIGHT I WILL LOSE WEIGHT.

I feel damn fat can. Had height and weight taking during PE just now and I am so goddamned blubbery fatness.

I feel like a whale. You think I am free from physical insecurities? HAH I AM JUST LIKE ANY OTHER INSECURE GIRL WHO THINKS SHE IS FAT. So much for being an advocate of self-liberation.

I feel trapped in my own fat. That is why I will eat minimal. EAT MINIMAL EAT MINIMAL EAT MINIMAL. If I could I would bring an apple everyday to school and survive on just that. Or cabbage soup, or equally boring and disgustingly bland things that people eat to lose weight.

And DONT SAY IM NOT FAT because I am. Sob.

Being surrounded by skinny people does not help. EH actually it does lah. Spurs me on. Okay people stay skinny.

Speaking of Anderson not having colour coordination, I was right. Because the exterior of the new hall is looking less than appeasing, which is in other words, FUGLY.

Bright orange and green? On clothes, yes but on a school building? A big fat fucking no.

Or maybe it's too early to say. We shall wait and see.