arrgh

all you fucking useless shits. yes, all those who can't be bothered to reply messages on their phones. piss off. S11 can go and die, fucking bastards who can't even show me the courtesy to tell me that you can't or can make it to stuff that we plan to do. fuck you all. one bloody message so hard to send is it? "sorry reuben, i'm not free" or "yea ok". how hard? how fucking hard?

seriously, it has been one too many times that people have failed to reply to messages asking to organise something. like how rubin commented the other time, this is why our parents have a strong small group of friends. friends who put in the effort even through all the years. just like how the scouties have split, i think it's time to lose some friends. Scout guys lasted 10 years till now but ole s11 lasted 5 years. overseas guys, it isn't your fault. it just seems that us guys stuck in singapore seemed to have gotten a worse deal.

the point is not that you have a reason that you can't make it tomorrow. It's that you didn't bother replying to say that you're not free. am i supposed to actually know your schedule all the time? you can't blame me for not knowing you're not free or whatever situation which you might have because i don't know anything. i'm not telepathic, nor free enough to talk to everyone on MSN and keep tabs on their schedule.

it's too taxing to have a quality friendship with that many people. i don't need many friends. i just need great friends. and that i feel, i have a great group of close friends.

to all those who told me they can't make it, see you another time :)

also, did you notice that singapore buses and trains are haunted? you didn't know that? omg, that creepy ghost at the back of the bus? the suicide victim in the middle of carriages? no wonder people don't FUCKING move to the back of the bloody bus (yes, bloody, i heard he slit his wrists) and to the middle of the MRT carriage. it's just too damn scary. fucking singaporeans.

while i'm at it, thank you taxi drivers. thank you for driving slow in lane 1. thank you for speeding up when i'm about to overtake you. thank you for suddenly breaking and turning wherever you want. i'm sorry that i was in your way. thank you for driving in 2 lanes, there's just too much space on singapore roads. special note: it seems that every accident i have seen this year has involved a taxi either as the kissed or the kisser.

and when we drive on the road, why is there always this ego shit going on? i don't want to give way to you, i like to stay in the yellow box, my car faster than yours, my lights brighter than yours, i like to weave in and out of lanes, double white lines don't mean anything, i need to be in front of the car in front of me, then it's great. if the sign says that one lane is closed ahead, fucking filter in early instead of driving all the way to the front and forcing your way in, cursing the guy for not giving way to you. of course he's not going to fucking give way to you, you stupid bastard. he waited in line, he was patient, he showed good road manners by filtering in early. maybe it's because you can't read signs, maybe it's because your BMW's have immunity to shit, maybe it's because you're a fucking taxi.

gah, feel so much better now.

i love singapore, i fucking hate singaporeans.