Bimbo Post Ahead
Shoe shopping today brought about a revelation…
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THAT NO SHOE IN SINGAPORE CAN FIT MY RIDICULOUSLY TINY FEET.
Unless I buy children shoes.
We went to GAP and I tried the children shoes. I would’ve bought them too if it weren’t for the ribbons and shiny hot pink colour.
I can still remember in primary school when classmates used to accuse me, “You bind your feet right? Don’t lie. And how can you walk ah? With such small feet, I would fall down lor.”
Hope their feet are so big now that they are called ‘Big foot’ by their friends and are unable to find shoes that fit them either, hah. I can be like, “Why your feet so big ah. If my feet were that big I confirm go work as a clown lor.”
Why does every female have at least size 5 feet? Doesn’t anybody out there share the same size 4 (or even size 3 for some shoes) feet as me? If you do, please comment so we can bitch about how fruitless shoe shopping is together.
Told you it was a bimbo post.
Crazy Kids
So we had Service Learning yesterday, which was horribly exhausting but fun. We were already expecting a group of really hyper, noisy kids (we had to go to a primary school and carry out some activities for “challenging kids”) but MAN, they were seriously crazy! They screamed and ran and screamed and ran, it made me feel so old when I couldn’t catch up with them. They most probably watch porn as well, judging from the suspicious video they were watching.
Then some guai kids came to join the programme, so I made friends with them instead.
I guess it went better than I thought it would. There was one particular boy who annoyed the crap out of me with his big-talk-but-no-walk, but then again he’s only 10 years old… But my group had really cute kids too. Some of them reminded me of my K1 and K2 friends.
There was one particular kid who was SUPER-DIE-DIE CUTE:
DOMINIC [forgot his surname] YIK GUAN!
He was totally emo at the start of the day, along with his pal Dylan, who was super duper cute as well. I think they were upset with the heat or something, because they kept shielding their faces. SO CUTE!@#@
The next few pictures all consist of Dominic, so bear with me:
Dominic and Jiexin 
Okay, not a very flattering photo but he’s still cute nonetheless
Dominic and Joyin
Dominic and Joyin again.
Both pictures had one of them looking unglam so I had to post both. Haha.
The kid who annoyed me the most, as mentioned above. It also struck me that he looks rather similar to a long-hated enemy, which made me even more annoyed at him. But despite his annoying character, I think he was probably the most moved by us because he kept hovering around us after the programme ended. 
The arts & crafts session
Ugh I’m dead beat, too tired to go into elaboration.
But it really was a fun day, it turned out a lot better than I expected.
I will always remember Dominic!
Quickie
Haven’t been updating lately, it’s mostly just a whole lot of school and more school going on. It’s not too bad, learning econs and doing maths is quite enjoyable, just hate the long hours.
Things yet to be done
1. Apple-picking poem
2. Study for history test
3. Stop hating GP because of the teacher and get down to studying it properly
4. Study Chinese for the A levels? (tentative)
I think it’s stupid and hilarious at the same time when students liken school life to the sufferings of people during the Holocaust or something. Yep, doing promos is definitely like being gassed and feeling the life being sucked out of you. Uh huh, a cramp in the social life is totally like being prosecuted solely for your ethnicity or religion. Totally. I mean, school stresses us out a lot, but I highly doubt that it matches the amount of despair you would feel if you knew that death is imminent.
Anyway, homework to do. So fare thee well.
In Their Eyes
The doors slide open.
Bustling for space, their eager shoulders wedged in between any empty pockets, minds set on an empty seat to plop themselves on.
Brief, irritated glances were shot from their shallow, beady eyes, caressing their selfish egos with scoffing remarks of others secretly formed in the dark corner of their minds.
Their hearts were painted on their faces. Clear as crystal, identical to every other day: pointless greed.
I quietly weaved out of the network of their deafening silent bickering.
Pressing myself into a corner of the train, the doors began to shut, sealing all of our dark threads of thought into a messy bundle in this moving tube. An invisible whirlpool of murky comments swarmed in between their beings.
Two teenage girls were submerged in their mindless chatter. The obscure language channelling out of their thick, lying lips tangled together.
White noise to my ears, the high pitched tones rang painfully. Attempting to carry off the noisy burden, I turned away from the glaring inky dark esscence and out the window.
A stark contrast. A mechanical device, man-made, charging through the soft, clear wildlife canopy of trees and land.
Warm streaks of bright sun penetrated through the enclosed windows, as if to cut off all of the world and pumped in with artificial contents, the only resources they depend on to live, to breathe.
The slight pleasure of the comforting sunlight coating me allowed a small droplet of satisfaction to spread. Across the clear blue dome, a shot of black flew.
Its freedom triggered a sense of isolation into my mind, leaving behind a bitter aftertaste of loneliness and the churning common yearn to be free.
A startling contrast once again.
As the yellow beams poured in, they cowered away from the windows, as if sickened by the thought of being in contact with anything but their comfort zone in this train.
In response to the sudden shower of light, their grubby hands immediately lifted to their level of their eyes, and their bodies turn away in rejection.
Upon the sunlight, several of them caught sight of me. Disgusted expressions began to etch onto their already sour faces, an empty white mask to hide themselves. Hesitantly, I cautiously took a step back.
One of them, in particular, was boring her laser pupils into me, burning me slowly with her disgust. Infuriated, her eyes shone. She could not tolerate such a thing like me to be near her.
This train served her as a flawless area, a place to transport her to another place because she would’ve never thought of walking on her own two feet.
The train was pumped with everything for her, air-conditioning to shield her from the warmth of the sun and seats for her if she grew tired of standing, the thought of walking alone would be all too agonising, not an option.
She depended so much on technology like this train, to satisfy her common yearning for more.. More.. More of this comfort, more of this blinding cushion, to give her that blissful ignorance which can never go wrong.
A place which deprived her further and further away from my society, which she so increasingly despised, just like the rest of her kind.
She raised her weapon, in a perfect executional stance. Others watched, an audience for her. Strangely, their faces began to merge, mashed. Clones, all of them.
Cruel language spewed out of her crayon-red coloured lips, swatting her weapon in an insane, manic manner. Her ignorant words splattered onto my being, droplets of acid to burn me.
She wanted to me to stay clear from her, she saw me as an infection. A germ to kill off all of mankind. A pest to rid her all of all her pleasures.
In a desperate attempt, I quickly darted away.
Unfortunately, her weapon caught my leg.
A chilling, creeping sensation crawled up. The pain winded up like a vine, submerging my leg in an acidic liquid, burning off my flesh.
A twinkle of manic pleasure appeared in her eyes. She knew she had me. She raised her weapon once more, to finish me off. A sudden ring distracted her instead, it was her stop.
Her shallow mind redirected her to a new distraction: Get off the train before anyone else does.
She hurried, jostling for space. The others had the exact mindset as she had.
They crammed through the open doors, desperate for no apparent reason.
She had no more need to finish me off, she didn’t have to be here anymore.
I pressed my myself against the corner again, in exhaustion.
My skin felt raw, she peeled off all the shreds of dignity I had possessed. I looked down, meeting the sight of a crooked, distranged leg. A familiar loathing rose up my body once more.
They grimace at the sight of me.
I grimace at the sight of them.
They shun me for simply being what I am.
A mere spider.