I thought I wanted a kick-vagina start first day of school but everything turned out wrong. It was raining in the morning and I had to shield myself with my bag which is now marred by the moisture. I hit my knee later in the bus though I am thankful there is even an empty seat just waiting for me to hit my knee on. I ended with a fucking bruise. I had a uniform crisis in the bus stop as I waited for my third bus to arrive and ship me into the horror that was SCHOOL. I shifted my blouse around which suddenly seemed two sizes too big and didn't cling to my body right. I was sure the skirt was sabotaging me in a way to get revenge after pricking its fabric so many times in the past years to eradicate my insecurities a tad. I felt awful as I walked along the slick-wet pavement toward the same, aged blue gates, passing the same, old security guard and dodging through same old people in the long-orphaned attempt at a 'cafe'. The day was spent with repressing a non-existent throb in my head and wishing the holidays hadn't ended. But it fucking did and I am fucking stuck in this room with the malfunctioned air-conditioning. FML.

On the bright side, I spent the day before the abysmal 2010 with Z. We went raiding for The Cathay which was actually right before our fucking eyes. The shops there are 123495959 better than the ones Tampines has to offer. Really. We bought tickets for Alvin and decided to have lunch. There wasn't any halal sushi which we coveted so much so we ended up eating LJS. We bought snacks but didn't finish any during the movie. There is only one word to describe it : Cute. We took the bus to watch the sunset, taking silly pictures and just talking along the way. We talked about everything. And there weren't any sunsets as we waited, appalled. It was just us, some joggers and the world looming over us.

I had never loathed a year so much in my life than this.