Sunday, February 13, 2005

bridget moment #23

Sunday 13 February

10st (gaaaaah chinese new year cookies!), alcohol units 0, cigarettes 0, calories 10845 (season of prosperity).

9:22 a.m. Ooh goody. Am going out with cousin and friend whom have known online for yonks but have never met in person. Am rather anxious really. What if friend is not really friend but 40-yr-old maniac with malicious thoughts in head in manner of Norman Bates of Psycho? Hmm...will ask cousin to bring baseball bat in case.

Anyway am excited about watching Constantine. Whole battle of greater good vs evil v. intriguing indeed. Reminds me of whole Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles issue. Can't help but think is evil to betray Princess Diana, yet is greater good since now Charles will make his mummy happy and William and Harry will have a new mummy. Of course is not good parallel between wooden hottie Keanu Reeves' battle against hell and whatnot, but comes close enough.

Oh goodness. Valentine's Day tomorrow. Why? Why? Why is entire world geared to make people not involved in romance feel stupid when everyone knows romance doesn't work anyway. Look at royal family. Look at Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt.

Why is it always Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt? Why not Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston? Brad and Jennifer Pitt? Jennifer and Brad Pitt? Well of course now is not Brad and Jennifer (Jennifer and Brad?) but more like Brad and Angelina, which must somehow disrupt the "cosmic balance" as in words of creepy angel of death guy in last week's episode of Charmed.

Am glad do not have Smug-Marrieds as friends as would be creepy since have not reached the two decade mark yet. It's a relief not to have to face up to "Durr...haven't got yerself a fella yet, eh Shun?" from relatives. Am dreading going back to work tomorrow since teachers have already begun to drill me about lack of boyfriend. Plus have ballooned to unacceptable dimensions thanks to unlimited flow of Pepsi Ice at relatives' homes.

Will die alone in house and will be found lying face down with part of back eaten up by mongrels.

Hmph. Must change attitude. According to "He's Just Not That Into You", I am a goddess waiting to be worshipped. Valentine's day is nothing but commercial gimmick to sell more chocolate. Am totally indifferent to bloody red hearts on Friendster.

Sigh.

note to reader: not intending to turn into sad, desperate, self-help-book-expert with detrimental friends like bridget. though would be nice if can stumble into own version of mark darcy - top human rights lawyer. haha. kidding.

lishun at 9:43 AM

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