I am freakin proud of myself. I have completed my EMath holiday assignment! But I skipped some questions because I don't know how to do them. Group study, anyone? See, if a hopeless dungu like me can finish her homework, why not you able-brained people? I'm going to start on my Chem revision tomorrow, alternating with Maths and Physics.

And don't say it's because of me dropping AMaths and French in THAT tone because it doesn't matter how many subjects I'm dropping. So there.

The class chalet was okay. Me, zaHd, Naf and Syafs came way earlier. I was hoping to get a tan at least, but it was raining all the freaking way. Very frustrating seh. It was cold, wet and depressing. Which basically made the whole morning pointless. Well, on a brighter side, me and Syafs discovered good food! The coffee shop there has one Malay stall, and the mee bandung is damn good! A huge bowl for 3 bucks only!!!

3 dollars only leh. How good is that tell me??? Hmmmm?

Things picked up once the bbq started. Mr Lim, Mr Leow and Mr Tan came. Oh my gosh Mr Tan is cute beyond words! He laughs like, heehee with hands over mouth! So CUTE LAH CANNOT TAHAN! He brought his girlfriend, and the both of them were trying to matchmake Mr Leow with these two girls LOL so funny. And Mr Lim made a mean comment, I forgot what, but it was so funny.

I swear teachers actually come close to resembling normal human beings when they are off-duty.

I didn't feel like leaving, because the atmosphere was really nice. We were all joking around, watching Extreme Japan, talking shit and yeah, it was real nice. It was so different from school.

Me and zaHd went home early, but still reached home a little late. Um, half an hour later than what I told my mum I would be. Eh not bad what.

Went out raya-ing the next two days.

Became walking joke of the day! Apparently, it's not what I say that makes people laugh, but I myself am funny. Gosh I guess I'm just so hilarious, when I walk it's hilarious, when I talk it's hilarious, when I breathe it's hilarious HAHAHA I'm pissing all over myself because I'm so funny. I should just shut up and not bother because I don't have to! Wow. The wonders of being flabby and having disgusting teeth. I should just go dig a hole and get stuck in it. Yeah I love myself can't you tell.

Anyway, my lovely cousin treated us cousins to lunch at Seoul Garden just now. It was GOOD. I stuffed myself and now I feel like a sack of flab. Had a hell of a time sabo-ing my brother LOL. We stayed there for four freaking hours. Seriously value-for-money.

And it brought us cousins so much more closer together. Like, I haven't spoken to this cousin of mine at all, and there we were joking and laughing away like nobody's business. Twas very good indeed.

In the midst of writing my year end refleactions. I have so much to say! Lol I think I will have to put them in chapters or something. Haha survey.

1. Whose picture do you keep in your wallet? Call me abnormal, weird, strange, whatever. I don't keep pics in my wallet.

2. What time do you go to bed? Earliest 8.30, latest midnight.

3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey? Blogged.

4. Who's the one you always meet the most? As in purposedly meet, or accidentally bump into, or what? Be specific please!

5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help? Anyone rich.

6. What's on your mind right now? Oooh. Kinky thoughts. Kah kah. I need water.

7. Who's number on your speed dials? Home, Dad, recently deleted Significant Other off it. LOL.

8. With whom do you wanna have fun? Can choose ah? I don't mind really. As long as I'm having, ahem, fun.

9. What movie do u wanna watch now? HP&GOF.

10. When was the last time you went out? Seoul Garden a few hours ago.

11. What do you hate the most for now? Maths. Not only hate, I ABHORR it.

12. When was the first time you slept alone? Don't remember when, but I remember I was so fuckhappy.

13. What do you wanna do for now? Have sex.

14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep at home? Have sex.
I'm just kidding. Obviously. Really!

15. What could piss you off? Utter stupidity.

16. Fave pet? I'd really really really like to have a gerbil. Or a parakeet.

17. Colors that make you happy? Has to be... Hm. Uhh. I don't know. Oh I know! Turquoise. Lovely colour.

18. Most fave things in your room? Aircon, canopy bed, easel, faux fur rug. That is IF i had them.

19. What was the last thing you bought for your room? Vanilla scented candles.

20. Any instruments in your room? Ah. Hm. Oh yeah, my recorder. Super oldschool.

21. Do you cook? If I feel like it. And if there's oyster sauce on hand.

22. Miss someone?Not at the moment.

23. Plan to buy something? Been planning for the past, hmm, century or so? Now all I need is the money.

24. Are you satisfied with your life now? Oh well. Could have been worse.

25.Do you like seafood? YES YES YES I love love love fish.

26. Breakfast or dinner? Dinner.

27. What do you usually eat for breakfast? I never eat breakfast.

28. Did you eat breakfast today? Read the above.

29. Do you recycle? Yes! Everyone should too!

30. Do you have a laptop? Oh shut up chee...ken macnugget.
31. What's your favorite fast food? I only eat slow food. Okay fine lame. Fast food is evil [and I'm
in denial].

32. Cats or dogs? Cats. Dogs are dumb. Think Odie from Garfield. Dumbest creature ever.

33. Salty or sweet? Sweeeeeeet. But I like salty popcorn. Hmm.

34. City or country? City. No simple life for me please.

35. What's your favorite kind of jeans? Classic dark straight-cut or boot-cut.

36. Is kissing normal for your age? Isn't it? =X

37. Are you athletic? ... I try my best.

38. Do you swear? I swear all the fucking time.

39. Would you ditch your friends for a date? NO never. Whoever does that is such a loser.

40. Do you have your own cell phone? Yes, thankfully.

41. What do you wear to bed? Whatever I bum around at home in.

42. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Grossness.

43. Coke or pepsi? Cincau.

44. Sugar or spice? Both. Please?

45. Can you use chopsticks? Of course. Chey confident sey.

46. Do you like to read for pleasure? Ah. Hm. NO TIME. I'm still stuck at the 5th page of HBP.

47. Do you care about getting good grades?Honestly, I don't want to. Ever.

48. Have you ever fallen asleep in class? Yes. With my eyes open.

49. Get a job or ask your parents for money? Get a job. So I can give my parents money. I AM
SUCH a role model.

50. Is your dad strict? Quite. Mostly about religion. He's more relaxed about me going out and things like that.

51. Do your parents give you enough privacy? They respect mine, and me theirs. Win-win situation.
I'm sorry Mrs Theresa Lim, for calling you a sundal and Grandmother Theresa. So sorry.

Because, the PTM went great! Partly because of my mum I simply love her she is so supportive I could just hug her and make her jugs of tea. I'm dropping AMath and French for sure. Which is just fantastic. A whole elephant lifted off my back.

Mrs T was being very understanding and kind, not the condescending bitch I thought she was. She knew that I was more of an arts student, so she suggested "shifting my focus away from AMath" as she didn't see the point in me "struggling in a subject I obviously wasn't going to make use of in the future".

Don't you just love kind people?

BUT it was too good to be true. Yes, she was nice and all, but she suffers from what is a common ailment, the JC Obsession. She was asking me, "You ARE aiming to get into a top JC, aren't you Syafiqin?" I could feel a hint of desperation and self-assurance in her voice, but in my mind I was screaming SCREW JC!!!

There she was, listing down all the top 5 JCs, and the cut-off point for Arts stream in the respective JCs, and I'm like, Damn woman you do NOT know what is Art!

Even my mum was telling me afterwards, that she just felt like blurting out, "But my daughter is NOT going to JC!!!" But she simply decided to adapt a policy of "Yes mmhmm whatever you say thank you for your time m'aam!"

But this has spurned me on to garner straight As in my Os, then getting a scholarship to LaSalle. Then I can turn back, laugh and say, Not so stupid now huh? FUCK JC! Haha!

To be honest, I had actually had doubts of being able to enter LaSalle. Entering is one thing, the school fees are another. I'm just worried I won't be able to pay up, then have to drop out or something. So I was on the verge of, Ah never mind I'll settle with poly. But something tells me I wouldn't be satisfied in poly. Always a sense of something missing.

Friday was such a lovely day.

It was the last day of block revision, and me, zaHd, husna and nas decided to spend the rest of the day at the beach.

We rented bikes and my butt hurt. It hurt so bad! But it happens all the time so whatever. Then we ate at Macs. I was trying to be healthy by having a grilled chicken foldover and a small coke. People are calling me fat! All these makciks are freaking me out by calling me fat to my face and I feel like saying Eh at least I'm young and my pussy's still virgin so don't YOU go around calling me fat. But old people, must respect.

It's damn hurtful. If I wasn't myself I would have gone anorexic already.

Then we wanted to return the bikes but we weren't really sure where the rental kiosk was so we kept turning left, then u-turning, then going that way again, and again... in front of these couple of skimmer mats who were laughing at us. How dare you! He had the cheek to ask for my number! Go away and skim in your toilet bowl or something.

Then we went bowling! Haha! Total spur of the moment thing. I didn't play because I wasn't wearing socks but I did play a couple of Nas' frames. zaHd got a strike once haha we all got a good laugh watching everyone else bowl and watching this girl's pants reveal her buttcrack EW so fugly. There was this guy who was so act macho, he was swinging and aiming even before he started walking toward the aisle, then he threw the ball so hard but it went straight into the gutter. LOL!

There was this guy who threw, as in literally threw the ball, forming an arc in the air and falling to the ground with a loud thwack. Once, his ball got stuck in the gutter in the middle of the aisle and refused to budge. Go figure.

I think our sense of timing was perfect that day. When we were bowling, it apparently rained because after we finished the game, we went out and the whole place had puddles of water and the air was humid and shit. Haha! Just nice. And the sun was peeping out again.

We went to suntan at the rock cliff thing by the sea. Or what Husna called a waterbreak. Ah, yes, Geog student. I was mostly staring at the sea, thinking. The sea just makes me ponder. Not like a brain boggling think, but a nice reflective and meditative kind of musing. I LOVE IT!

We were reflecting on the past year, how we've all changed, how things have changed. Especially this one particular person we would all agree has rubbed us off the wrong way one time or another. I won't say who I think you should know lah. If you don't then TOO BAD!

We lamented on our future, how we're all going to be separated, and how we all will be following different paths in out lives. We talked about life, death, and life after death.

It was a spiritually satiating conversation. Simply amazing.

Now I have sunset tan marks on my feet HAHA! You have to see it to know what I mean.

I LOVE THE BEACH. I think I'm actually a beach bum at heart. I could just sit for hours on that waterbreak and just watch the waves lapping the shore... I always feel satisfied after a day at the beach.

And I just realised I've reached a sense of closure in my life. I'm talking about the breakup. I realised I'm not aching anymore, and I don't feel sad whenever I see a couple walk past. I don't feel anger, I don't feel confusion, I don't feel nothing! And I'm loving it!

Take that jerk! LOL

Well, those three years was a great chapter in my life, and it was a shame to have it end like that. But I gotta move on, meet new people, do more things. No time to dwell on the past. Whatever he wants to do, it's his problem, and I don't have to care anymore.

I just love life.

Cos now I can smile and say, aint' it funny...

Speaking of meeting new people, I got the biggest surprise of my life! Haha cannot say here sorry! And no, I haven't got a new boyfriend, in case you're wondering.
Finally I went out on my first jalan raya with friends yesterday. Went out with Han, Sarah, Ain, Nas, Asy and Husna. I was waiting for Ain as usual at Admiralty but I must say she has improved, if only slightly, I only waited 15 minutes this time.

So she finally arrived and we boarded the train... to find four MATS occupying the four seats at the end of the carriage. This guy had the weirdest hairUNstyle, his whole head was a crew cut, except for this patch of hair at the top of his head. And from that patch, sprouted a long lock of hair in a braid or something. FUGLY shit sia!

So Ain was leaning against the glass panel thing facing them and I was facing her on her right, so I couldn't really see what they were doing. Judging from Ain's facial expressions, I wouldn't really want to know after all.

Then this guy got up, like " Okay lah, fine I will be the one carrying out the noble and honourable task of asking the girl for her number I AM BRAVE not like you sissies " and proceeded to plant himself directly in front of me and Ain. Gawd his BLING is ultra-blinding dangling from his ears LOL a stud or two is fine lah, but please, not a whole earring rack.

Then he said, " My friend wants to get to know you so can I have your number? "

I wonder, why ask for your friend? If the girl is pretty and your friend doesn't have guts to ask, YOU take lah aiyah pretend shy only.

Ain was like Uh no no noooo.

Then the idiot, he went like " Alah muke tak yah cuak ah nak buat kawan jer... " Translation: Ah no need to panic lah make friends only...

Ain still refused. So after the rejection in front of the rest of the MRT carriage, he went back to his seat. They got off at Yishun. Before the doors opened, the same guy wished us Selamat Hari Raya and funnily enough, made a last attempt, this time, asking for mine. " Eh boleh ah, bagi nombor ah, nanti leh gi rumah ke..." Translation: Eh can ah.. give me your number ah.. Maybe we can visit you...

I just gave him a very fake smile and said very sweetly, " No thanks... "

Sarah is so cute Haha! We were all waiting for her and when Husna finally decides to call her, she was eating at MacDonald's while the rest of were waiting for her.

We went to Cikgu Razilah's house first, where she was having an open house. Ate some very nice beehoon and otah. Cikgu and hubby wearing matching clothes Haha so cute! Cuter than the kid.

The Indon scholars were over at her house when we came. Then we said Selamat Hari Raya to each of them, and them to each of us. So there was about what, 30++ Selamat Hari Rayas exchanged Lol buat kerja bodoh sak.

Then we took two cabs toooooo Cikgu Asnah's house! Heh heh it was somewhere at Jalan Leban near Peirce Reservoir. Her house is Wow nice. It was actually two storeys, then she went and added another one. And she cooks good lontong. Then she gave us this mango ice-cream cake from Swensen's which got us all moaning in ecstacy HAHA cos it was SO damn good.

Then we took photo on the stairs.

Then we headed off to Sembawang to Ms Zaleha's house where we had a lot of fun uh.. discussing school matters. She got funkay hair! Haha apparently it grows into an Afro. Hah Nas nak volume kan, amek kau!

Ate some more mee goreng and chicken wings Yumza. Talked about alot of things with her, including who's going to be the main DM next year, questioned Mr Ismail's sexuality, discussed the extent of Mr Ari's sincerity, bitched about KOH and so on and so forth. I love Ms Zaleha she is so irrepressible. And her study room very the nice! Just like a teen's room, all lime green and blue and toy collectibles and figurines and stuffed toys everywhere.

From there,we went to Mas 3/8's house as she was having an open house as well. Azizi, Khairi and Endang were there also. Ate some papadom and satay which were really good. If I wasn't so full I would have eaten the briyani lah. Mas danced WooHoo! Lol.

Then we headed off to Cikgu Esfan's house. Everyone was feeling dead beat Lol I felt like pumping them with steroids. Next time wear flats!

Cikgu ordered pizza. What a kind soul. Like, four Large pizzas. And two bowls of chicken wings. Damn I wish I wasn't so full lahhhhh.

Asyrani is damn cute. As in, his son.

Reached home at 11.30 pm. On a school night. Wow I should do this more often.

Got fingered by a transvestite today!

Me, zaHd and Syafs decided to go J8 because we had four freaking hours to kill as there was no Lit and Malay, in addition to recess and the one-hour lunch break after school.

So after pigging out at KFC, we were walking and laughing at our own jokes when this tranvestite who works at Red Earth walked past us. Damn I thought I've seen some ugly women in my time, but THIS ONE. FUH! Like bulldog mixed with, well, a very ugly man.

I accidentally blurted out, " Oh my god is that a guy? "

But I could have been talking about someone else what. Right? Then I turned around and the bitch was waving her middle finger at us in a very uncouth manner! It was very funny! But scary too! I mean, she could have just like, slapped me with her silicone implants or something.

HAHA! You ugly Her She.
Tomorrow is Friday. Which makes it the last day of the week. Which means, one week down, one fuck more to go! Of block revision, I mean. And remedial lessons.

Speaking of which, I quite like Maths remedial lessons. It's very scarily addictive because everything is at your own pace and I found myself doing sums and not being able to stop. Which is scary right??? Chem was a total nightmare BLEARGH hate hate hate chem. And there I was deluding myself that I like Chemistry how stupid was I???

Anyway I found this lovely picket sign in school and decided to keep it for myself. Okay so it isn't really a picket sign, but it was a " No entry beyond this point " by order sign and there was the school crest on it. The sign was mounted on a stake, complete with sharp point and all.

So I was carrying it back to class when who should come out of the lift but Ang Ku Kueh himself. He must have been in a good mood because he didn't say anything.

Visited Mr Fadhli just now. So kind, he actually fetched us from school because it was raining. There were only four of us going anyway duno why the rest didnt want to go. He has a nice car. He is a rich ass lah, live in landed property. Great house, great car, great girlfriend.

Ate, chatted with him, stayed until 6.30 Haha!

Miss his lame jokes haha.

Alah orang datang pulak. Be back! Hopefully.
My resignation to becoming a nerd is becoming all the more evident to the increasingly prominent eyebags. Sigh.

I am taking a break from this frustrating monotony by blogging about it WOW how wonderful yes, wonderful indeed.

Was in the midst of annotating The English Teacher, one of the most boring books I have ever read in my whole entire life, and don't say I only read chick lit, because no, I am not a fan of chick lit. Unless it is the really bitchy and acerbic satirical kind. Fun reads I say.

I simply hate the school. I hate it so much.

Not only do they take our Hari Raya from us, there is this program affectionately titled, Academic Support for Andersonians Program [ASAP]. It involves prep talks from our dearest new principal, Mrs whatshernameHo or something, and Mrs Theresa Lim, apparently the Dean of our school. I thought Deans were in universities or colleges or something.

It also includes remedials from 2-4 pm every day until the 18th. And either of our parents have to meet the assigned person-in-charge, if not, the principal will take us very seriously.

So Grandmother Theresa says, " These are letters for your parents, [these are NOT her exact words, but are the gist of it] IF your parents can read. "

Hello, excuse me, my parents can read very well thank you very much. I know I am not performing up to your standards, aka hopelessly stupid, that does not justify YOU INSULTING MY PARENTS OKAY.

AND PLEASE stop making polytechnic sound so bad lah! So you ask me what my dream was when I chose Anderson as my sec school? It is definitely not to pressurise myself to get less than 10 points and rigidly conform to the mindset of JC JC and nothing else. So what if I come to this school and not want to go JC? SO fucking what????

They say with a L1R5 of 30 and above, I "can't even get into poly, can't even get into nursing course" And I'm like, PLEASE lah not everyone going to poly has NURSING on their minds and don't make nursing sound so bad please it is a REPUTED profession okay.

They totally tossed aside any notion of Art or sports and made us sound real bad.

And the mastery test was shifted from 26th to the 28th because why? "Oh, it's the day after Xmas, it's a holiday heehee" Oh part tu kau tau holiday eh abeh orang nak raye tak yah ah sial nye sundal. Sundal habes!!!

My mum will be dragging herself to see GT because she herself thinks it is a waste of time. HAH.
Here I am at home on the second day of Hari Raya with nothing to do, nowhere to go and nobody to... uh... keep me company? That sounds so wrong Hahah actually I do lah, just wanted something dramatic to start off today's blog entry with.

Yesterday was smashing!

I woke up late hehe because my dad and brothers left for the mosque at around 6 so I went back to sleep and I woke up to my mum screaming at me to get out of the bed and get ready. So I did. Got ready and ate in the daylight for the first time in a month [ excluding the off days ]. Had ketupat, sambal goreng, rendang, ayam masak merah and my mum's fabulously spicy sambal kacang.

Then I had a horrible stomachache. Took a dump in my baju kurung LOL so tak glam.

Did the customary apologizing thing. At first all I could think of was getting it done and over with, but seeing my mum's red eyes after apologizing to my dad, I started feeling a wee bit sad. I haven't exactly been an angel so like they say, the more sins you commit, the more likely you're going to bawl your eyes out.

My eyes weren't rolling on the floor, but I did get my eyeliner smudged bloody hell. Then I watched my brothers apologizing to my dad and I realised how much my dad loves them. I know this sounds cheesy but watching how my dad talks to them and gives them advice then finally kissing them on the forehead made me want to cry all over again.

Not that my dad doesn't love me, I know he does, but I understand that love from a father to his son is different from to his daughter. I always thought that he you know, always gets angry at them and shouts at them and whatever, but my dad has a short fuse so I don't really blame him.

After that emotional moment I was back in high spirits again and we all headed off to my aunt's house, on my mum's side. Sat around, ate some more, henna-ed my cousin's hand, played with the cat, collected money =) =) =) then went to my paternal grandmother's house. Actually it's not really her house, but my father's youngest sister's house, whose husband is Warna DJ Hassan Salleh woohoo. We're just used to saying oh, we're going to rumah nenek. So yeah.

Their house got featured in Manja by the way. They made it look so nice lah what the hell. Not that their house isn't nice, they've just put up fantastic plum curtains and gave the walls a new paint job, but in the glossies with great lighting and all, it looked wonderful. Like those condominium showrooms. The house is great, it has wooden panellings, parquet flooring and mirrors to give a country club-ish appeal. Very nice.

Sat around, ATE SOME MORE gawd I think all the weight I lost will be gained back, along with maybe 10 more kilos, by the end of the week. Exchanged pleasantries with my cousins, watched Salam Lebaran again. Collected more moolah. Hari Raya makes me want to stay this age forever. Relatives give me more because I'm at the not-a-kid-not-a-working-adult stage so they give me two envelopes, or an envelope containing extra. Heaven.

BUT too much money is not good. I don't want to turn into a money-faced bitch.

Then we trooped off to my dad's elder brother's house and watched.... 2 X 5 Dol!

Oh my momma Haizad is so freaking hot I cannot tahan seh! He is so hot panas membara man! But the girl is so irritating lah best of all she gets to play his gatal girlfriend CIS BEDEBAH punye perempuan. Nurfa-whatshername, not even half as pretty as Haizad. Of course no one will ever be as hot as Pharrell Williams Reigning Hot God. Haizad shall be my Hot God No 2.

I just got to know that my 50 year old mat salleh cousin went off and married a Thai woman, leaving his wife all alone GASP the horror!

HAHA school on Monday SIGH.

Collection: 193 smackeroos and counting...
Hari Raya is TOMORROW BEBEHHHH!!!

Ahem okay been busy trying to tidy up my room but I don't see the point in doing that since I will be going back to school next week and there will probably be tons of homework to complete.

Moving on to more meaningful things.

Well, this Hari Raya means quite a bit to me. Mainly because I have a lot of apologizing to do. Not to mention forgiving too, which will be so much more difficult. But I will do both.

I am very tired.

Because I have been baking since like for-EVAH! I think I might have grains of self-raising flour permanently embedded in my palms. Oh no! Fat palms! Okay I'm talking shit.

Went to Geylang with the 2/2 peoples uh.. when was it? Not sure when but yes, I did go there not today, not yesterday, not the day before yesterday, and not the day before that either but yes, I did go there not HAHA gets on your tits doesn't it??

Ate at Cavana oooh Yumza nice place love the food. I had black pepper chicken hotplate or something like that and it was served to me with steam fearfully rising from the plate. As a hotplate suaku I was scared.

Concocted some cockamamie story about how the name bandung came about. I had no idea where that came from lah. Poor Han she almost choked on her food. Sorreh! Is it just me or do people love to laugh whenever I open my mouth? What is it the teeth?? Gosh you people are so insensitive! I know I have less-than-perfect teeth but tone down on the laughter lah.

So hurtful. People even laugh at me when I smile! Ah next time I shall whip out a paper bag and put it over my head whenever I want to talk or smile.

Don't tell me you took that seriously? Shit you are SO DUMB. HEH HEH.

Saw a lot of different species of street scum at Geylang. Well, there was the ever-irritatingly-ubiquitous-therefore-painfully-familiar MINAHS who were either dressed in nothing much or less. Some were surprisingly bearable lah. But there was this group who was extremely, sorry to say, FUGLY.

If they didn't have spare tyres spilling from their tums and touching their thighs lovingly exhibited in chokingly tight scraps of fabric, they had faces even their mothers can't love. There was this last girl, who had gazillions of craters on her face, who gave me that You think you so cute? stare.

Hello excuse me well I DEFF think I am cuter than you at least I don't have CRATERS on my face HAHAHAHAHA! Watch out Potassium Hydroxide you have a fierce competitor in the BUTT UGLY stakes! Stay tuned for fierce acidification as our two not so pretty and one not so young lasses fight it out!

As I was laughing and ridiculing her to Atiqah, this group of MATS heard me say, " Aku tau lah aku lawa " but they didn't hear the " Tengok aku semacam seh " before that so you would think they have no right to say anything BUT THEY DID.

They said, " AH yelah tu, cakap lagi cakap lagi! " And they laughed.

Please lah if you didn't have any luck fishing for fugly female tadpoles in the longkang for hope of scoring a date then PISS OFF and do not disturb me.

Sheesh. And I thought people couldn't get any more irritating.

If not for THEM my day would have been absolutely purr-fect.

ALAH why is Mr Ng leaving??? I almost cried. He is so nice. So nice. So nice. And cute too! Like, your grandfather cute, not Mr Ari cute. Speaking of which, Mr Ari leaving. Along with Mrs Tan.

HUH. I know I've lambasted her on this blog, speaking of her in a not-so-kind way, but I've realised that she is a great woman indeed, because at such a young age she has come so far. Scrap all the lame inspirational quotes and she herself is really rather inspiring.

Which is why I would like to apologize to her for demeaning her worth.

Selamat DeepaRaya peoplesss!

My name is Arooth Kaynier Desarue and I am of Mongolian descent.
I have come to this heck of a small island as I seek refuge from my psychobitch of a stepmother.
I have only utmost disgust for her as she does not shave her armpits until she can make plaits.
I thought coming here would make my wretched life better.
But I thought wrong.


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