Whahahahakz!! I saw you again today!! We took the same train!! This counts for thrice the times that I've seen you. Not that I'm counting. Ahahahkz!! Now I know for sure you work at SingPost. Stamped with guarantee. I think you're a newbie. Either you're a newbie or I haven't been opening my eyes wide enough to see you. Why is it that I only first spotted you on Friday last week & not since I started working?? I must've been blind.

Damn, these last weeks are gonna be pretty interesting, especially in the mornings when I'm going to work. But alamak, you come late lahh you slacker, you. I want to be in the office a little before 9am but you still slowly take your time to walk from the MRT station to SingPost. You overtook me but the slowpoke that you were, I overtook you back.

And you're wearing the same brown T-shirt as you did on Friday!!?? Ehh, you don't have anymore shirts izit?? No money to buy?? Whahahahkz!! Hoping & looking forward to seeing you every morning. If my timing's right. Ahahahahkz!! Yeah, yeah. I know, gatal me. Hey, so far you're the best-looking thing I've come across during the time I've been here ever since I discovered they sold Halal Char Siew Puffs, okay?? Total eye-candy you are not, but at least you're not the typical-looking type.

And you've got NiCOlas' haircut!! Except yours is a little shorter. Niiiiiiice. And both of you are about the same height, only that you're not so skinny as NiCOlas, whom eats so much but doesn't grow fat. *envious glare* Didn't expect to see you today, though. But I did!! Well, I'm sorry for being too observant *throws hands up*. It's not like the people around me are food for my eyes. I've got an old sleepy-solitaire-playing-snoring uncle sitting behind me, a kaypo-irritating-moronic-matchmaking assistant in-charge whom views me as a potential candidate for his son *faints* & I've got a supervisor whom I seriously doubt remembers my name. How absurdly ridiculous can life at work get, huh??

So obviously, when fresh 'bait' comes along, it perks up my interest. Like, duhhh. I'm not dead yet. Just bored out of my wits. And waiting for time to fly by. Ahhh, just wait until my fascination with you dies down. It won't be long, because I won't be here long either.

I guess the workload I've been doing is pellucid enough for me. I mean, everything I've learned in school is applicable to the daily tasks delegated. And I've never really had a problem in the troubleshooting area. Not that I'm a digerati of any sort or anything. Sure, there are times where I feel like killing myself. No, actually; I'd kill the people AROUND me first THEN I'd kill myself. ESPECIALLY the one who keeps wanting to pair me up with his son.

Like hello?? Like, I'm NOT interested?? Are you that thick-skinned that you don't know when you're not wanted?? For God's sake, stop trying to pair both of us up!! Since Day 1, everything has been about your eldest son doing this, your eldest son doing that. Like, who asked?? Then after you're done with your little innuendos about him, you turn & question me about my background. And you still have the gall to want to know my blood type?? What the heck!!

I don't WANT to know, I didn't ask to know. Why are you telling me all this?? Like, wake up already. This isn't the olden times where parents used to matchmake their kids with their neighbor's kids & all that whatnot. I'm here on assignment by my school, I'm not here to be struck by Cupid in hopes of getting myself attached. Didn't it ever occur to you that I might even be attached already?? Well, I'm not but I sure as hell am looking to be now. Not because I'm desperate on the fact that I don't want to grow old alone, but to act as a buffer from this lunatic whangdoodle.

Punani?? Chippy?? Hell, Daddy PK?? Anybody willing to take up that post. Ahhh, never mind.

Aaaarrrgh!!!

Does it matter to me that your son was in Junior College & I'm not?? Does it matter to me that your son was looking for an IAP?? Does my opinion matter on which company your son is working in?? Does it matter that you sent your son to guitar classes when he was a kid?? Does your son's age affect my life?? Does the age your son 'should be getting married' relevant to me??

It bloody hell DOESN'T!! So why are you telling me all this?? I don't wish to know your son!! I never asked & it never occurred to me in the first place that you might have children!! You think I don't know it, but I know your first impression of me is that of derision & condescend. You sit at my desk everyday without fail, at least once & you talk nonsense to me as if I'm some juvenile delinquent whom just did time. Can't you see that I'm just not interested in hearing whatever you've got to say to me?? Don't you get it that every time you come around my desk or when you pass by, I'm not giving you eye contact but the cold shoulder instead & I'm ignoring you when you're talking??

And please, you're talk is all that small talk that leeds to nowhere, okay?? Your conversations are always full of crap & I'd rather be talking to BBR on MSN than talk to you because at least even though BBR talks crap but he's funny. You're just pure lameness. So why should I give you the respect I should when your opinion of me was shallow?? Why can't I do the same for you & look at you the same way your first impression was of me?? Only now, mine isn't a first impression anymore. It's a lasting one. So, just shut up lahh...

I mean, yeah sure, I'd rather talk to Luis too but I talk to Luis everyday & she's the one keeping me sane. But Luis doesn't talk crap. We talk about good stuff. Okay, back to topic at hand.

You pretend to be talking to yourself when you walk past, but you're looking at me in hopes that I'd give a response. Sorry, I don't do well with subtlety. But at least, I take the hint in knowing when I'm wanted & when I'm not. Unlike YOU.

You overstay your welcome when you are fully aware that I'm doing my work. Must I put a gigantic BUSY sign on my forehead like what MSN has?? Or better yet, if ever MSN invents one of these, I think it should do some good. FUCK OFF.

I am at the borderline point of being rude to the elders. I don't want to resort to that, but I will if it ever boils down to it. I can't stand you & your self-righteousness. I think you're downright disgusting & you look like a pervert. You even want to know where I'm having my lunch?? I wouldn't tell you even if hell freezes over. I'd rather not go.

Sickening piece of cretin.

Laterz...
Lenny JC