Mr Sun, I hate you.

These past few days have been so fucking hot. The sun is scorching like nobody's friggin' business. I mean, I know it's always hot during March in fucking Singapore. But this year, it has been unusually hotter. And it's killing me. And whenever it's not hot, it will be humid like fuck. Going home with sweaty armpits, damp shirt and skirt isn't exactly a pleasing, nor ideal scenario. But that's what is happening for almost every single fucking day. Another mega dumb thing is the fucking investiture. Like who gives a fuck about some insignificant group of people called Students' Councillors? Fuck, I don't. And I believe that all the other students feel the same fucking way too. Fuck. And the school just had to fucking squeeze everyone in a small hall, with very few fans. It was unimaginably hot and humid at the same fucking time. Everyone was all sticky, sweaty and shit like that. Doesn't really create a joyous atmosphere, does it, fucktards? And the stupid fucking organizer just had to make the Principal give a speech, followed by presidents from BOTH campuses, inluding the new FACULTY DIRECTOR(like whatever for?!) and BOTH presidents from BOTH campuses. So, that's 6 speeches all in all. And of course, a stupid musical skit entails. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I don't even have the fucking mood to watch all these nonsense, and having to sit through it while I'm battling with the weather is much worse, dumbfucks! I hate the weather. I don't give a damn about my mom's preaching about the weather being a blessing from God, or whatever things pious/sanctimonious dumb shits always preach about. I still fucking hate the fucking hot/humid weather. Fuck it.

And you fucking owe me an explanation you numb nut. Fuck you. I hope you lead a miserable life till your last breathe, you horse shit. And I ain't gonna wait no more. FUCK. YOU.

And fucking pimples are growing like seedlings on my fucking face. And it looks like as if I have a Bermuda Fucking Triangle on the fucking ridge of my nose. And there are several new ones near my mouth area. Fuck it. I want to conveniently blame it on the fucking hot weather, which simultaneously catalyse a higher amount of oil production by the glands beneath the fucking skin on my fucking face. Fuck. It. Fuck you pimples. I don't care no more.

And the retards at school called teachers just had to change the timetable. Now, I don't even know what fucking lessons am I having to-fucking-morrow. Fuck all of you retards.

And can people STOP fucking tripping on my wire. I only have one. Trip on it and you're so gonna fucking get it. So get your fucking feet away from my fucking wire, moronic nincompoops. How do you like me like this?