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Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

It’s 2007. I’ll be 27.

I just had me two glasses of vodka/baileys/kahlua on the rocks.

I think vodka if kept too long, CAN taste weird.

But who cares as long as it does its job.

I’m a little high. My tolerance level had never been great lah.

How was your New Year’s? Mine started with a bang.

Made any resolutions? I didn’t. What’s the point? I don’t even remember them after 3 months.

I have a wish though.

Happiness. Mine. My family. Yours. and Your family. Whatever we do, may we be happy.

So simple. Yet so difficult. To be happy. I’m always on this stupid ridiculous quest for happiness.

But isn’t everyone? Aren’t you looking for happiness?

Last year, 2006, I attended a record breaking number of marriages. Most of them were my male friends. Of about the same age. Have another one coming up this weekend. Fucking ridiculous man.

It gives me hope somewhat. That there are still SOME things in this world which are not so fucked up. Which I’ve forgotten.

The probability of Love. Of a Happily Ever After. Of a Someone. That notion of Trust and Loyalty.

Shit like that makes you kinda reflect on yourself also.

2+ years. Been THAT long since I’ve been attached. Woah.

I console myself with lies like “it takes time”. “somebody will come”. “it’s not just about the boobs”. “you’re really not THAT ugly”. “I have personality”. “This shit tastes good”.

I’m not in any fucking hurry to get married man shit. (maybe i should…. just to shut the pesky relatives every fucking gathering OMG LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE HULKRAGE!) not at all.

It’s like how the rest of the kids in your kindergarten got that coolest toy and you want one too. You don’t really NEED it. Just want it too.

It’ll be nice to have someone to call my own you know? Takes away one out of a million uncertainties from my future. But what about the OTHER uncertainties associated with being WITH someone, I hear you ask? Well to that, all I have to say is this - shut the fuck up I haven’t thought that far yet just chill man grab a drink.

I know there are at least 10 of you who think I’m an alcoholic. Depending on it for a good time. To forget things. To run away from reality. I don’t quite deny it. But really if you ask me for my opinion, I think it’s doing a great job being the trusty surrogate boyfriend. Better than any guy could ever be, even. Haha!

Maybe I’ll get lucky in 2007. Maybe YOU would too!