Don’t tell me not to fly, I’ve simply got to.

So, I think I’m pretty racist.

Yeah. That’s not very good right.

Okay. So let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

So, I’m unemployed. And I bum around at home when I’m not tutoring or terrorising the streets of Singapore.

I play pool when I’m bored. It’s actually pretty fun, relaxing, plus I get to chat with people I don’t know, and sometimes I get to make stuff up about myself so that’s always great.

And well, a lot of Indians like to play pool too, apparently.

Which is great and all, but they like to talk to me. Which can get annoying.

And I mean, I just clam up when they tell me they’re Indian. So, you know, I’m officially racist.

But you know what? Everyone’s a little bit racist. Some people can’t stand Jews, some can’t stand the Irish.

So I’m not exactly ‘hot’ for Indians. Well, it’s a preference.

Doesn’t make me a bad person.

Does it?

HAHA. Oh, the things you blog about when you’re bored.

Oh right. And a 55-year-old man wanted to KISS ME!!!! YUCKSSS