Thingamagik,

Really. Summer Splash 08...
was fucking bullshit.

First off, we almost DIED just trying to get in. Hello? Have they not heard of QUEUES???
I swear to you, it was like a fucking stampede and no claustrophobic person like me should have been in there. Because I couldn't breathe...really...drama and jokes aside. It was NOT funny. Not in the fucking least.

We had a herd (no I have not forgotten that "herd" is used for animals) of Rempits beside us. And they were just absolutely uncivilized.
Jesus.
They kept pushing for no apparent reason(s)...my flip-flop came off and my foot was being trampled on by these Timbaland-wearing assholes.
Anywho, we managed to get through the stampede (after panic attacks from me of course...)
and finally entered.
What a relief. So we proceeded to find lockers for our stuff...and managed to get only one locker.
So handphones,wallets, etc. were chucked into the locker while bags were put on the locker. Very stupid, I know, because to tell you the truth, my gut was telling me not to.
But you know. Shannya doesn't listen sometimes. -_-

So after splashing around in the dirty, filthy pool (there was even a pair of flying briefs-yuckk)
and watching the results of the Summer Hunk and Summer Hottie, we wanted to leave.

So Darshan and Baranee went to get our bags.
And 15 minutes later they returned, empty handed.
Our bags got stolen.
Yes. People these days even want to steal CLOTHES. wtv. Sad ass cases.
So I obviously started crying and all (hey I really love that bag arrite) and Darshan was comforting me and he took me to go look for it because I was refusing to leave without it.
We were walking and suddenly this Malay guy (let's call him Arsehole) bumped into my shoulder from behind and continued walking past me. I was about to shout out some profanities when I saw two cops running past me towards Arsehole. Arsehole wasn't running or anything. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that these cops were after him. So anyway they caught him, and pulled him back past us to take him to the gent's...and while passing us, he took out a phone (obviously stolen) from his pocket and slyly dropped it behind him.

MAAAACHAUUHAIII... So Darshan picked it up and gave it to the cops and came back...

"What if he stole my bag??" I asked Darshan. So he took me to the gent's and at the doorway, the cops were checking Arsehole's stuff and found a bag filled with handphones and wallets and such.
HAA HAA HAA. Kantoiii.
The cops then proceeded to take him somewhere else. Darshan stopped one of the cops to tell him my bag was stolen.
"Follow me follow me" the cop told us.
So we followed them to this...let's call it the Interrogation Room.
And they told us to wait outside for a little while. After five minutes, they called Darshan in....
As witness...
So bla bla, yadda ya, they said they'll call us if they retrieve our bags.
So we left. Wet. Cold. Shivering.

Now, boys and girls, the moral of the story is, YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT STEAL BECAUSE ALL YOU'RE GONNA DO IS PUT PEOPLE IN MISERY AND THEN BURN IN HELL. TRUST ME, KARMA WILL COME AND BITE YOU SO HARD IN THE ASS YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER HAD AN ASS.

Kapeesh?

Good.

By the way? I have vowed not to go for Summer Splash ever again.

Shannya Jotted Some Thingamagiks AT 2:49 PM

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I'd like to live on an island. Where the sands are golden and the water turquoise. Where the sun is my friend and the moon my guardian. Where I am only with the people I love and people who love me. Where music is the only source of oxygen. Where I can do just about ANYTHING and nobody would give a fuck. Where unnecessary, materialistic things are just that. unnecessary and materialistic. Where money doesn't exist because we don't need it. Where the air is clean and the sky always blue. Where the only sources of light at night are from fire-flies and the stars above. Where I have everything i want. Where laughter never fades away. Where illnesses are non-existent. Where there is one race, one religion. Where there is no heaven and hell. Where I can sit around and have conversations with God. Where I can sit around and have conversations with myself. Where people are not afraid to say "I love you" and mean it ♥ Where nothing really matters. I'm a dreamer. So sue me.

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