We were at IMM then there was this fucker who die die want to cut into my mom's lane.
Please la, we're going straight, our lane is the priority lane and you were there squeezing your fucking car out into the lane.
Then my mom's car bang into his when the car in front moved.
This fucker came out, knocked on my mom's car window and shouted, " I NEVER MOVE WHY YOU MOVE! NOW YOUR CAR BANG ONTO MY CAR, YOU COME OUT AND SEE!"

KNN IN THE FIRST PLACE THE CAR IN FRONT MOVED SO OF COURSE WE MOVE FORWARDS LA PEA BRAIN.
YOU KEPT MOVING ALSO, YOU THINK WE WERE BLIND IS IT.
THERE WERE 3 PAIRS OF EYES ON MY CAR AND ONLY 2 PAIRS OF BLINDED FUCKING EYES ON YOURS, YOU WNA COMPARE WITNESS IS IT?
THE CAR BEHIND US WAS TAKING PHOTOS ALSO, MIND YOU. TAKING PHOTOS OF HOW YOU AND YOUR FUCKING CAR WAS TRYING TO SQUEEZE OUT INTO OUR LANE.
STILL DARE TO SAY YOU NEVER MOVE SO WHY WE MOVE.
HELLO, YOU WERE MOVING TOO. UNLESS YOUR LAME LEGS STEPPED ON THE ENGINE WITHOUT YOU KNOWING IT.
COME ONE.
YOUR FUCKING CAR WAS THERE FOR US TO BANG ON IT YOU FUCKER.

You guys should really look at his fucking face. So bloody stucked up. If I weren't a girl I would hve disfigured him.
Still take out camera and take photo somemore. Please la. You think your digicam very zai is it. My stepdad took out his video-cum-digicam and took photos immediately too, FLASH YOU TO DEATH, FUCKER.
THINK MY MOM DRIVE YARIS YOU DRIVE ALTIS YOU WIN IS IT.
COME ON LA. YOU THINK TOYOTA VERY EXPENSIVE HUH. NB.

Call him to go out and settle, GUESS WHAT.
HE JUST FUCKING DROVE OFF LIKE THAT.
STILL DARE TO LOOK AT US WHEN HE DROVE OFF.
OBVIOUSLY HE DIDN'T DARE TO TALK TO US FACE TO FACE, YOU MOTHER FUCKING LOSER!

Look at yourself, son of a bitch.
Look at your balding, receding hairline and your fucking face in the mirror,
maybe we shouldn't bang your car,
I think I might just want to ram my car into your face or just run my wheels over your skull. You'll look better then.
YOU WERE SO UGLY.

Dear people, this is the car plate number -> SFR882E
Please inform me if you see this car anywhere... I'd love to decorate it someday.

Damn it, I've never been so worked up for a long, long time.
Maybe I should hve a lighter with me. So I could just chuck it beneath his car and he'll just be blown into pieces.
Oh wait, his wife musn't be there. Let his wife die with him? That's too nice.
He should go to hell alone. ALONE. BURN IN HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH.

Urgh. Ugly communters. Shall call someone to help me check out his identity.

But hope there's no lawsuit. Waste money on this kind of shit people.

I screwed up my E Maths.
I don't dispel the possibility of failing it.
Everyone said it was so easy, I bet I'm gonna fall beneath the bell curve.
Please don't tell me things like it isn't possible to fail E Maths etc.
I took the paper, I understand best how badly I screwed it up.
My mind just went... blank? It was like the worst mind blockage I ever, ever had.
They say A Maths is supposed to be harder than E Maths.
Well, my score for A Maths is definitely better, since my E Maths is confirm fail alr.

And English.
I just submitted my worst written essay to Cambridge.
Unexpected consequences, I think my consequences were the most expected.
Fuck.
No use spamming all those vocabulary when my content is shit.


Anyway, I've thought it through.
I'm gonna retake my 'O' Levels next year.
Not all subjects, just some specific ones.
Some of my friends are going to do so too, so...
But hesitations...
Another year... That's a lot.
Pride's in my way,
single-pointer's on the other end.

Should I go for it, or succumb to my ego?

Why did I screw up in a national exam in the first place?
I know I hve what it takes; but why did I let my anxiety take the better of me?
This is so embarrassing.

I've got so much to say but I'm feeling doubtful.
Because I criticise so much it becomes a habit.
Close friends should know, I do that pretty often...
On the other hand, I hve but a handful of close friends so it doesn't matter.
Whatever...
Sick of studying.
Fuck 'O' Levels.

Wait.
I'm doing this for something.
No pain no gain.

Alright, apparently I'm hving these sporadic conversations with myself again, just that now I'm typing it all out on my space for the whole wide world to see!

No one gives a shit anyway.

Cambridge drives people crazy.
Such inhumanity...


I hope I hve dreams like swimming in an ocean full of exponential and logarithmic equations, algebra etc etc...
Or maybe I'll meet Hitler in my sleep so I can chuck him into the gas chamber and gas half of his fucking life outta him and then throw him into the human furnace alive and burn half his body away and then make him do the death march from Auschwitz to the USSR or something.

Oh my God.
This is so abnormal.

Fuck you, damn History.

Never felt so upset for a long, long time.