They're called Bloopz, and we made these adorable weirdos for the school funfair. Sold quite a bit of them. They were all like maha cute that we bought a whole bunch for ourselves. 0.o

Hahaha. We told the crowd that the Bloops are stress balls which can give you instant gratification when you squeeze 'em and the people lapped it up like low-fat yoghurt. Kinda tells you how much Singaporeans are in need of help and happiness.

The funfair went down quite well, I'd say, seeing how hellish the preparations were... Geez. Would you like a Bloop, too? They're selling for about SG$3 each. Haha. Making them was such a process. And I can't believe I'm writing more than 10 sentences about a bunch of toothless lumps of freaks.


Anyhoodles, to whom it may bloody concern, I'm here to say that I've become an increasingly anti-social human being. I'm not interested in making new friends, not interested in other peoples' affairs, not interested in what your goddamn opinions, nothing. Yes, ok, you can call me self-centered or self-absorbed or uncaring or whatever, it doesn't change a fuck.

I don't care if someone I know entered the train with me. If I have nothing to say to him/her, then forget it. Lets all cut the "Oh, you're going home, too" crap.
I don't care if you have been standing next to me in the dance studio for the past hour. If you're not asking for my help, if you have no deal with anything, then don't try talking to me. Coz I'm not interested in how many times you broke up with your boyfriend nor how gruesomely your hamster died.
I don't care if I enter the ladies room in school and there's someone I know in there. I won't smile if it ain't sincere, I won't say hi, i won't give a damn. And you can go screw your small talk. I don't think you really wanna know how my day has been, whether I have lessons after that, or where I got my watch from. So don't ask. Coz small talk is so fifteen centuries ago.

I don't have the tolerance for insincerity, idiocy and lame mockery anymore. Get that through thy heads. I realise I've been caring too damn much for all of you and putting up with all your bullshit for the longest time. I don't know why I should gave half a flying fox about what goes on in all YOUR daily obsessions when, at the end of the day, you're only gonna tell me half of what's going on and play the yeah-lets-keep-Nash-in-the-dark-coz-that's-cool game.

Well, I guess you can touch yourselves in peace now that I don't even wanna know about your shit anymore. And hey, you really don't need to know about my shit either & please realise that I'm not asking you to know either. And no, I'm not gonna believe half of you when you say what you say coz we humans are just a sad bunch of hypocritical assholes and it seems that only some of us are at least trying to stick by our stands.

And you can call me a coward or whatever, coz I don't want to take that risk of putting my life in any of your hands. There'll come that day when we don't have the same rock to lean on, so lets all train and prepare for that day. You can look also in your heart and ask yourself- can you promise you'd always be there for me? That's no even rhetoric but yes, we all know the answer. It's a NO. You can bet, yourself, that you'd come to a point where you just stop caring for me, and I'd stop caring for you. Quit the denials already.

And I do not intend on making any of you suckers my best friend(s) in the least, seeing how loyalty is just a word these days. There's no such thing as a best friend, really. They hardly exist. Get out of your imagined realities and step back to the real world.Back to the hypocritical shit, close friends now find it so easy to just go off with some other person the moment the current buddy fails to meet the his/her standards of a good friend. And then with a lil probing from that other person, floodgates open and all the past secrets inclusive of impromptu exaggerations come out. Trust me, it's happening even as I write this.

I can't be bothered with all these face-to-face so-called confrontations anymore. You know it won't work for nuts. And don't frickin tell me to explain myself. Coz I'm sick of explaining. You know that, I know that. So lets stop the unnecessary bullshit and go on with life. After all, the bunch of you have always acted as if nothing's happened and all's right with the world, and continued with your sad lives pretending to be something you're all not.

Maybe you people need some time to digest this. Whatever.

Buy your girlfriend a Bloop for Valentine's Day.