Is this a sign? Of course, I went to read the articles cos this kinda thing tend to attract my attention. I read both His Story and Her Story to be fair.

I didn't think of it as rubbing salt into the wound... after all, I did blog about this issue yesterday. But instead I thought how lucky these 2 columnists are to be able to do such things! I mean it's their job to go meet people and date at the same time!

Instead of doing it out of free will, they have no choice but to carry out their assignments so that they can write realistic (hopeful) articles for pathetic singles like me! How savvy is that?! I would love to have a job like that.

At least, I know in my mind I'm putting myself through countless miserable dates because it's my job, and I don't have to feel shitty about it later on. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to meet my long lost companion. Otherwise, I'll still gain a friend or two.

Personally, I don't like matchmaking. If I were matchmaked, I better not know about it or else I'll kill the matchmaker. I appreciate you being thoughtful and kind but seriously, forget about it. HOWEVER, if I get paid for it and get to write a kick-ass article, why not?

Unlike a friend of mine, I'm someone who is not excessively worried about not getting hitched. So instead of worrying about all that, I tend to take all this with a pinch of salt. Hence, leaving me free of worries. So I don't know why other people worry about me not having a boyfriend. I think they care, that's why. Haha...

See, I don't mind if I don't have one but I wouldn't mind it either if I have one. Get what I mean? This friend mind having one too many or not at all. In the end, she get all confused because she's caught in her own complicated web.

But we differ. She has a dream. And that is to find a husband. For me, I dream everyday. I enjoy listening to her drama tho'. Sometimes, I wish I was in her position so I could shove that spoon down his throat for trying to feed me. You see, this kind of opportunity never come to me! It's funny when you think about it you know.

By the way, I don't like people to feed me and I don't like to feed people. Except for babies.



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