EPT2 years ago, I sneaked into the Singapore Expat Forums. I thought to myself then, 'I need to know more white people!' A German guy called Witold was hosting a party at his house, so I called him up and joined him. I never felt more out of place. Here I am, standing around people who were established in life, project manager of Procter and Gamble, commodities traders, business operation managers, all dressed up in their work clothes, while I was wearing my sneakers, striped polo shirt and baggy jeans.
That night went so-so, I went out on a date with one of the girls I met at the party, a Vietnamese girl who was doing her Business Admin masters in the National University of Singapore, but something happened that night that really left a deep impression on me. There was a very pretty Australian teacher, who just broke up with her boyfriend. We went to a nightclub later that night, and she was really uptight and uncomfortable. These words have never left me, "You know, this is bullshit right. These people, they seem happy and all, but they're really just sad. You look smart, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."
I lost touch with Witold since then, until we re-established contact January this year. He saw me wallowing in self pity on my Facebook, and he decided then and there that his new year’s resolution was to teach me his life motto, Acquire money fuck bitches. He took me out to party a couple of times, with this couple, Adrian and Mitsuki. The thing is, Witold brought them out because he thought they were a joke, this cute little couple, with their love and all, so pathetic. What he didn’t know, was that they followed him out for the same reason, they thought he was a joke too, always out partying, drinking, in the end, alone.
Fast forward to last night, I brought my best friend Michael out to party, his first time being to a party ever. We had fun, had drinks and we went home to chill at my place. I was supposed to Skype with my ex-girlfriend at 4 am, because we were doing this thing where we’d watch each other fall asleep on web cam. I called her a bunch of times at 4.30 before she picked up.
Me: “Where are you, I stayed up all night to talk to you?”
Ex: “I’m at Clark Quay waiting for a cab.”
Me: “What the fuck are you doing at Clark Quay, you’re supposed to be Skyping with me.”
Ex: “Fuck off.”
She hung up.
I called her back, pissed off this time.
Me: “What the fuck is wrong with you.”
Ex: “I’m 15 minutes away from home.”
Me: “Don’t you fucking lie to me; Clark Quay is an hour away from your home.”
Ex: “Bye.”
She hung up again.
I sent her a bunch of pissed off texts, before she called me up 15 minutes later.
Ex: “I’m sorry, I drank too much” (I can hear her puke)
Me: “What.”
Ex: “I love you.” (Pukes)
Me: “…”
Ex: “I regret everything that happened between us because I have feelings for you.”
Me: “Okay…”
Ex: “I love you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why.”
Me: “I can’t stop thinking about you too.”
Ex: “It’s so fucked up. Do you know when I kiss Nick, I see your face?”
Me: “…”
Ex: “If you were here right now, I’d cuddle with you, and fall asleep with you.”
Me: “Sure…”
Ex: “I got into a fight with Nick...”
Me: “Well, Let’s go out tomorrow okay? I’ll bring you out on a nice date.”
Ex: “Yes!”
We fell asleep on cam. She called me the next day to cancel the date, saying that she didn't feel well, and she’d spend the whole day with me on Tuesday and Thursday. I know better.
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