Does being single really matter when you're alone? God! I cannot seem to let go of this. I feel like I won't be able to get on with my life or with the rest of plans rather because of my single blessedness. I know a lot of people would say, Hey! You're lucky, you don't have someone holding you back. I do not deem it a gift but as a curse. A friggin' curse!
My friends say wait. But what if my "the one"'s also waiting for me? Will there ever be a chance that we would meet?
I hate this. I shouldn't be like this. I want to be happy. Does being content mean that you're happy? Or does it only mean that you're resigned to the fate the world has given you?
Love is overrated. But here I am. Wanting love all the same. An oxymoronic statement if there ever was one.
I want to experience the kind of love that people sing about. Not the sad ones but the happy ones. I want to feel all that fairy-tale crap, not see it happen with other people.
I feel like I'm so eager I could burst. But may be my eagerness is my downfall. Maybe I am too eager. Is there ever such a thing?
God! I need a drink. Hmm.. come to think of it, haven't gotten drunk in a while. Maybe all I ever need is a drink. At this rate, I'll be an alcoholic.
Or maybe, it's because I'm hungry. Haven't eaten anything since 10am. My stomach's been empty for 12 hours.. I can feel my brain cells starting to die.. They scream "FOOD!!! We need FOOD!!!"
I can hear somebody tapping in the background.. I may kill the guy.. annoying noise! GRRR!!!
I think I better stop. Too many random thoughts all at once.
Highlights of my vacation?
The rest was spent eating, sleeping and going online.
The whole world is overrun by slant-eyed people!!!
Is it because they're so prolific?!
Ayoko na sa Chinese!!!