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Thursday, September 4, 2008 !@#$% 8:47 PM

It's official, the school holidays are much more packed then normal school weeks. Had a meeting just now on the fashion show shit in November or October. We've agreed on the designs- well, at least for the woman's wear. For the men's. I'm not quite sure yet. I did come up with designs along side Farhana and Khairiyah the other day but sadly, and stupidly, forgot to bring along my sketch book/journal.

Went to Little India right after with Mdm Ruksyanah, Siti, Khairiyah and Bryan in search of Peacock feathers. We found a shop selling just what we needed in mere minutes. I think we spent around an average half an hour in Little India, after which we were off. Me and Siti then ventured out to Bugis. It's the holidays, what do you really expect from two girls?

Bugis was. Scary. Story was, me and Siti were already having fun, we just had our neoprints printed and we wanted to go down to the first level via lift. We took it, and as many know, the lift is see through. Siti pointed out that there was a Diva shop on the first level and when we reached, Siti kept pointing back at the shop for me to take a look. I did. Whilst glancing to my side to check out the stall, I saw a perculiar being. Well, most of us are perculiar so I ignored the person. When we were once again on our heel, Siti stopped. I turned around. It was the peculiar being. Dude thought we were referring to him as the Diva. It was neither a man nor a woman, you know how they are. So conversation was;


He/She: Were you talking about me just now?

Siti: ...No...

He/She: Are you sure?

Siti: Yeah.

He/She: So what were you talking about just now?

Siti: *narrows eyes* We were talking about the Diva stall...

He/She: Are you sure?

Siti: Yeah...

He/She: So, you are fasting right?

Siti: Yeah.. uh huh.

He/She: Good.



Before anyone says anything, no, I'm not homophobic. Why should I be? My ex
boyfriend's gay! ..Okay, maybe not to that extent but Chris Crocker is..? Never
mind, out of point. What I'm trying to say here is that we, as fourteen year old
girls, were scared out of our wits being interogated like that. Trust me, if you
were a guy, you'd be more frightened.

What I'm trying to point out is that, if you're for say, gay or lesbian or
something, why aren't you proud of it? I mean, isn't the point of being gay is
to not listen to what other people say and be yourself? Not to be so particular
about one self and not to care what others say. Not to be so freakin paranoid.
Gay pride, as they say. So when you think someone's talking about you, why can't
you just ignore it? I know it's hard. It's hard to be a human being, deal with
it. Gay people, straight people, there are no difference. We're all humans and
we all deserve the respect. So being treated as did just now didn't really
lighten up my facts about genderism. If you're so worried about we will
say about you then why'd you come out of the closet anyway? ..People, the
world's a harsh place and as a fourteen year old, I think I've been through
enough to know that.

So I hope no hard feelings towards the dude? We're sorry if we did hurt your
feelings but in all sincerity, we didn't mean what we said to be appointed at
you. Look around next time, would you?



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