The long and short about Why It’s Not Possible Between Sushi Eating Friend & Me

To all you concerned folks out there who suggested that it’s possible between Sushi Eating Friend and me: it’s not possible ok? Really. Besides irritating the hell out of her every time we meet and appalling her with my appalling dress sense, I have also pissed her off on many, many occasions. I hate to admit this, but I really am no boyfriend material.

If you are still not convinced, here’s another nine reasons:

1) She is very pretty. I am very, very buck ugly.

2) She is 161 to my 160.

3) She has a 2nd Upper. I couldn’t even get a Pass with Merit.

4) She zips around town in a nifty Toyota Yaris. I have my humble SBS and SMRT.

5) She is witty. I have a very lame wit.

6) She digs Bossa Nova. I sing Grasshopper at KTV.

7) She reads the Economist. I look at pictures in Maxim.

8) She is a neat freak. I can’t recall when was the last time I washed my jeans.

9) I farted in her face recently.


There was once when I asked her what will happen if we get stranded in a deserted island with no chance of escaping. I was hoping for a Blue Lagoon scenario, but the first thing she said was, “You better swim to some other island.”

Where is the love?!?

With Love,
Sibeh Sian