..are annoying.

Yeah, seriously. I don't think I'll ever be able to have friendly relations with an acquaintance, because the relationship's just too confusing.

I mean, it's between the neither-friend-nor-foe range, so HTF (how the...figure the last one out yourself) am I supposed to treat them.

Now, I am a pretty nice person. I HEARD THAT SNORT. SHUT UP. Well, I am unless pissed off and my sarcasm come out. So I am normally quite formal, with politeness and yadda yadda, so I won't risk my butt getting on fire.

Apparently I am so unpleasant that the other part wants to 'rectify' her mistake by blocking me.

Touche.

I simply replied that it was pleasant while it lasted, and was sorely tempted to give her a smiley face as well.

Of course, in the name of sarcasm.

Joy. I now have no classmates from primary 6 (coughcoughahemdeletedthemallahemcoughcough)on my MSN contact list, and I am SUPER HAPPY!!!!(Really. Not being sarcastic, they were about as pleasant as swallowing caustic soda. Well, some of them. Suit yourself .)

I hope that anyone who reads this will not think to lowly of me, but hey, displeasure is mutual, no? Just hope I don't go around making more friends than enemies, because it's not worth it living in self-pity and loneliness.

All this because she's incredulous that I read Shakespeare and I dissect it into bits of info like what's the lit. style then. (Honestly, is that so shocking! OMIGOD! THAT IS A MIRACLE! A PHENOMENON! THE MOON IS BLUE! GOLDFISHES CAN ACCESS INTERNET!)

Well, if you can go cutting yourself and mutilating, and I don't give a flying fuck, then kindly stop being a brat and accept that others are different from you. Sheesh. If you want minions, go and find your own brainless sheep, because I REFUSE to take part in your orgy.

So yeah, nice to meet you, nice to know you, and nice to see you off.

If you think I am going to be a shuddering emotional mess over this, you are wrong. I frankly don't give a damn, and am not gonna cut myself, because that is stupid. If you want some blood-clotting disease or infection, go ahead. I'm just glad that there is no NINCOMPOOP dumb enough to do it in Chung Cheng.

Besides, we're running out of places to bury. Sorry, what I meant is that we have no place in Singapore to bury your rotting entrails, so you have to settle for ashes in an obscure place. I don't think I'll be seeing you anywhere in the obituary. C'mon, there's probably loads of people (well not that much, but more than 5) dying everyday, so there won't be space.

And NO, I am not cursing you, even if you are rather fond of doing that as a past time.

P.S. I swear that looks like a pimple on your work. It is, and there is no amount of shading you can do. If you have such a fragile ego and can't take criticism, too fucking bad.

Because unlike you, I intend to improve my work and refuse to slumber in a complacent utopia. It doesn't matter how great you were in the past, the world is more concerned about how great you are NOW, and will be in the future.