Shut The Hell Up

2.30 am.
Can't sleep.

Got a meeting with the "director"
later today at 3.30pm.
Director of what, exactly, I don't know...

What I DO know is that
his authority ranks higher
than that of the Course Manager of Electronics
at ITE Yishun.

I just hope he isn't
as incredibly stupid as the
lecturers I spoke to about my grades.
Idiots.

I'll explain once it has been resolved.

Anyway, let's see now...
I'm 25, and yeah, I'm gonna say it again...
I've never had a girlfriend (MAN do I hate that word!).

When I start talking about
that, some people would
go "oh she'll come..."

Oh. She'll come, eh?
Ahh.. I see.
Why, I feel so much better now!
Thanks!

Now here's a pole.
A long pole.
Stick it up yours, will ya?

Gotta love it when you're
serious about something
and people laugh about it.

So please, feel free to laugh with
a pole stuck inside of you.

I never should have gone out
on that first date.
It's like a highly addictive drug.
You get a taste of it,
and well, yeah, there ya go.

"She'll come". Right.
Screw her.
If she comes, I'll just tell her to run off the edge of a cliff.

I'm lonely, you freakin' idiots.
I'm not much of a people-person, yeah...
but that doesn't mean I'm a damn celibate hermit.

Bloody hell.

"She'll come".
Well I'd hate to break
it to you, but that hardly makes me feel
like jumping for joy...
especially seeing how you're doing nothing
to help me...
and you're happily (or in the process of getting) "attached".

Just shut up.
How about that?

Seriously. It's better to do that...
than tell me this stupid-ass
line over and over again that makes me want to
kiss an electric eel: "she'll come".

I'd rather die than
end up with a girl from Singapore.
And that's the truth.

Wow. I actually feel better.

Well enough of that