YA YA HAPPY NEW YEAR. whatever.

okay okay, so its the new year.

i have no idea how this year will go.

but i know im gonna meet lots of new friends.

some of which will be bitches, retards & jerks.

since everyone else has a new year resolution,

i thought perhaps i should share my resolution too.

my new year resolution is

FOR ALL BANGALAHS TO GET AIDS & DIE.

MUAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

okay, i know that's not really a resolution but AHHH what the heck.

alright mayb i just wanna stay single & happy.

bee asked how i would liked to be the photographer of the chalet.

sure!! why not. ill be happy to.

at least there's smthg for me to do.

ill go around every room snapping pictures of

the boys sleeping, girls showering & gays gaying. LOL

im kidding. haha.

& the sleepover has been postponed to further notice.

angel had asked whether i wanted to go join the furama peeps in the countdown.

i was reluctant initially cos i know what would happen if i were in a crowd.

but since it was with the furama peeps,

i wanted to go cos i have not seen them for a week already.

HUGE MISTAKE.

i reached the cityhall at midnight.

right after i started walking out of the mrt, people were rushing TOWARDS me.

things that happened after that, were horrible.

one SI AH BENG, dont know where is esplanade SAY DONT KNOW LAR!

anyhow point one direction. ~!@#$%^&*

make me walk the wrong way for nothing. fucker.

here's what happened:

see the picture below?

this is a picture i painted to describe what happened.

the white & purple dots indicate me.

that is the route i took. as you can see, i walked one WHOLE HUGE ROUND

STUCK IN THE SWEATY SMELLY FULL OF BANGALAH SHITS CROWD

FOR HALF AN HOUR.

if there is one thing i hate, its crowds.

i throw tantrums when im in one.

i start being mean & push people when im in a crowd.

let me describe my masterpiece.

the purple block is my destination, the esplanade.

the red blocks show the full crowd.

the yellow lines indicate the ROAD BLOCK.

nobody could make it over to the esplanade.

the blue squares: police

one black square : 10 BANGALAHS

the purple dots means that i have the WTF on my face.

there are 8 WTF dots altogether.

1st WTF dot: WTF so many fucking people!

2nd WTF dot: WTF bangalah alert!

3rd WTF dot: WTF bangalah alert again!

4th WTF dot: WTF bangalahs enclosing me!

5th WTF dot: WTF ROAD BLOCKED!!

6th WTF dot: WTF bangalahs!

7th WTF dot: WTF bangalahs again!!

8th WTF dot: WTF im back to where i was.

after the 8th dot: i was exhuasted, sweating all over & pissed.

i told angel i wasnt going to look for them already.

i couldnt go look for meiling cos she was watching a movie with ken.

so i went to look for sheng han instead.

while waiting for the crowd to dissipitate,

i sat down & ALL THOSE DISGUSTING RETARDED BANGALAHS

walking past all kept looking & look non stop.

one walked & looked all the way. wwoah he look until damn shuang leh!

like as if i was there for him to look at.

i threw the fierciest stare i had & he turned to the front immediately.

& when i was on the line with veron, complaining to her

this bangalah who actually thinks he can pick me up or smthg

can over & said hello. HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHA he actually said hello to me.

he must be a pervertic sicko who is out of his mind.

i asked him to SHUT UP YOU FOOL & he walked away.

CRAZY ASSHOLES. DISGUSTING. YUCK!

sorry but i prefer guys that dont glow in the dark

& with teeth that arent that bright, thank you.

then i took the mrt down to habourfront

where i bought a pair of slippers from cheers

cos i couldnt stand it anymore.

i even took out my heels to walk barefooted.

slippers for 3 bucks.

read 8days & blasted the music while waiting for sh & co.

turns out they couldnt enter st james after all cos some of them were in shorts & slippers. -.-

daddy came to fetch me not long after & home sweet home i went.

there. the start of my new year doesnt sound fun at all, huh?

sounds more bangalashy then fun.

now i know why roy is such a racist towards bangalahs. now i understand.