Her Love Life Is What Is Left Of In The Drainer
Once again, I want to complain about the senseless habit of forwarding messages that threatens to destroy our lives if we do not forward it. There is a friendster bulletin I saw today. It claims that by forwarding it in your Friendster's bulletin, you are signifying that you are not a fake friend of that person. And the one who post the message is A 30-something man.
I mean... C'mon already. As if they do not know people are fake and that will prove nothing whether their friends are true or not. More often than not, these people will still keep those friends who never forward their messages. I appreciate these people wanting to eliminate people who added friends for numbers only. But, this is one silly way to do it.
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I went to watch "West Side Story" tonight. Thanks to L. who had free tickets. Quite close to the stage somemore. Nice leh. At least some songs I know "Maria", "There's a place for us", "Tonight". It's been sometime since I step into a theatre for arty stuffs. Tonight was a refresher.
On the way to Esplanade, I saw this Nutty-professor lookalike holding the hands of a girl who bared her navel. She looked every inch excited and happy with him.
Hmm...
Again, I wonder. There are people whose asses are bigger than mine, whose tastes in dressing are hopeless, who look like aunties even before they are aunties... all accompanied by a beau. And me... Alone shopping.
It's so unfair. I too want somebody to hold my hand. Want someone to go watch movies with. A special someone. Someone my colleagues can tease me with. Someone I can sit in silence together, and watch changing scenes of people and God's creation with.
But No. And the chances of getting there diminished by the day. I feel strongly that I am actually pronounced "No, you won't get any. I am sorry. That's the allocation for you. None."
Even though I keep telling people that I am happy as a single, I want to own up that a companion would be nice. But then, the thought of exchanging that for patronising words such as "Will come one lah." "It's better to be single." made me keep my protest and confession.
I am not going to get any anyway. No point saying it. It's just not meant to be. Nobody's meant to be with me.
I mean... C'mon already. As if they do not know people are fake and that will prove nothing whether their friends are true or not. More often than not, these people will still keep those friends who never forward their messages. I appreciate these people wanting to eliminate people who added friends for numbers only. But, this is one silly way to do it.
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I went to watch "West Side Story" tonight. Thanks to L. who had free tickets. Quite close to the stage somemore. Nice leh. At least some songs I know "Maria", "There's a place for us", "Tonight". It's been sometime since I step into a theatre for arty stuffs. Tonight was a refresher.
On the way to Esplanade, I saw this Nutty-professor lookalike holding the hands of a girl who bared her navel. She looked every inch excited and happy with him.
Hmm...
Again, I wonder. There are people whose asses are bigger than mine, whose tastes in dressing are hopeless, who look like aunties even before they are aunties... all accompanied by a beau. And me... Alone shopping.
It's so unfair. I too want somebody to hold my hand. Want someone to go watch movies with. A special someone. Someone my colleagues can tease me with. Someone I can sit in silence together, and watch changing scenes of people and God's creation with.
But No. And the chances of getting there diminished by the day. I feel strongly that I am actually pronounced "No, you won't get any. I am sorry. That's the allocation for you. None."
Even though I keep telling people that I am happy as a single, I want to own up that a companion would be nice. But then, the thought of exchanging that for patronising words such as "Will come one lah." "It's better to be single." made me keep my protest and confession.
I am not going to get any anyway. No point saying it. It's just not meant to be. Nobody's meant to be with me.
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