die ricky die.

to the orang utan who called me up at 3. freakin. AM. this morning:

yah. you know, some people actually ARE asleep at that time? i say," is this a joke?" he goes, "why? JUST BECAUSE i called you in the middle of the night?"

whoa ho ho. YOU DUM DUM!

just because? you mean, you need ANOTHER reason? and if you're gonna pretend to be somebody, at least pick a better name than RICKY. eww. instant turn off. how lame can a name be? i only know one ricky who can actually pull it off, and unfortunately/fortunately it's not YOU.

weird-O. you said your friend told you i'm pretty and nice, and you just HAD to call me? how believable is THAT? you're lucky i was too stunned by the phonecall to laugh in your face/ear. tsk. no matter how nice i am/am capable of being, NO ONE disturbs my sleep and gets away with it. twit. i thought it was joshua at first, it sounded like him. but he said he has nothing to do with it and he sounded annoyed enough to be telling the truth. josh, you're only pardoned by default.

so, is this how singaporean guys are impressing girls nowadays? i swear, if i didn't know any better, i would think they're all reading the same dating book or something. "how to lose a girl BEFORE you even get her" or "the art of courtship, the singaporean way" or "dating 101, step #1: call a girl at 3 AM" --> just so that the element of surprise is on your side, then when you've confused her enough, she might just agree to go out with you.

all i can say is

DIE RICKY DIE!