NOTE: Below Follows The Workings of a Tired and Hormonal
Teenage Mind. Read at Your Own Risk.
Unfortunately, that doesn't help much
in dating life.
It's easy.
I'm still single and flirting like hell.
What does that have to say about my success rate in
relationships?
Not a damn thing in hell.
Simply because I haven't been in what most (normal) people would call
a relationship.
Shit lah..
Pathetic man...
Why am I writing all this?
Very easy.
I'm so friggen' tired that I simply cannot think straight.
So I've come to blog a whole bunch of rubbish instead.
I don't want to go to sleep, because I've been sleeping waay
too early the past week..
8 at night, I've been sleeping. Too Early.
Why, ah, why?
I'm sounding more like a prepubescent teenager,
as I get older.
Shit lah,
got robbed, cheated and mocked at,
All by the Punks in the Neighborhood.
First, there was the
High Society Punks,
who cheated at the SYF.
Robbed us of our silver and instead gave us a bronze.
Second,
by the lowerclass
bonafide punks.
All the mats and the minahs,
in the Jurong West Ave 1 area,
you know who you are.
Hugging, kissing acting intimate...
Third,
by the working class,
almost-there punks.
All acting so loveydovey,
holding hands, stealing glances at each other.
All in their own little 'distinguished' neighborhoods.
Screw you all!
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Being single sucks.
Post Script:
It would seem the author's emotional needs and
physical appearances appeal to the wrong demographics,
on the surface he appears to be a good looking Malay.
At heart, he pines for the lover of his dreams.
Unfortunately, all the minahs out there, no chance lah...
I'm mostly disgusted by your kind.
Which only leaves me with the chance to practice my sideways brooding glances.
Don't get the wrong idea, unless you're an intellect and/or am wildly attractive,
most likely I won't be interested.
At least, the brooding glances seem to get most of the opposite sex
all worked up and excited,
for that I'm glad.
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