the other night we watched " 27 dresses " (it was about a woman who's always the bridesmaid but never the bride, she had 27 bridesmaid dresses). i was hesitant to go. i wanted to save money for something and i planned on starving myself for weeks, and yes! for the first try i was not successful. grr! the movie was good, at least for a hopeless romantic me. it made me realize something - that i won't watch movies like that again. feel-good movies spark up memories. i hate that. maybe, hate is not the right term, i don't like that. it triggers thoughts of single-blessedness or "those" times in the past, in my case, if you know what i mean. not that it's a big deal. but sometimes, i do think of it also (when i'm not preoccupied with work and social life, which is almost never hehe!) and when i do, for a while, it seems disturbing. at my age, i should be sorting to some kind of long-term relationships instead of wasting my time with "boylets" (whooo, look who's talking).
i'm single since time immemorial, and who cares?!a boy buddy once told me before Christmas na malamig daw ang pasko ko. Weh?! Sige na nga. I'd rather spread money, este, generosity to "warm" the environment. bwahaha! i believe a person should spend some time alone, without somebody to walk her home, bring her to office, treat her to coffee or lunch or dinner, accompany her to the mall, text or call her of her whereabouts etc etc. i can't understand people, who, for some reasons, can't stand a minute without a "special" someone in their lives. The world is too vast to spend "quality time" with other people you love (or hate).hehe! Not that I'm sourgraping over "attached" individuals. I just (at this point in my life) value the exclusivity with "myself". Going solo means realizing my other future plans and goals in life (and making ways to achieve them) , rearranging my priorities, depending on myself . Yes, all the selfish reasons you can think of, which can be a really good thing most of the times.
Good thing, I am not yet (take note: yet) tormented by the thought of being "committed", at this moment. How long will I stay this way? Nobody knows. I'm not in a hurry, i guess. as cliche as it may sound, my time will come...
i know what i'll be doing this weekend - watch chick-flicks.
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