Ach, 'Tis Another One

i know i should stop with the "why do all my friends have boyfriends/girlfriends but not me?" nonsense but i regret to inform thee, dear and faithful readers, that this post would be just another whining rant about my current state of singlehood.

but the thing is, i'm happy with being single. as long as i have my brand OPs from MM and JSKs from BABY and everything that makes my heart tingle and my wallet jingle, as long as i have all the time to do what i love most, i can live with it. HELL i'd rather live like that than have some meddlesome boyfriend nagging at me for all the money i spend on my loli clothes, or being embarrassed to be seen with me in public because i'm in a frilly frock or whining that i spend too much time on my own than with him, etc etc.

i had a great time on Monday. i had a date with myself. i slept till noon, then went to the Cathay Picturehouse to catch a weepy art film ("The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros"), then went to the library at Jurong and borrowed a couple of books and had a nice quiet time reading. then i had a wonderful little dinner at Cafe Galilee in the library lobby, where it was totally quiet, and ate while i read Nabokov's Glory. then on the way home i had a nice soy ice-cream in a cone.

perfect date.

i love this life.

then i turn around, and i see one of my girl friends had hooked up with another of my guy friends, and these two people i know who used to chide and tease each other good humoredly are now intimately cuddling and holding hands and making my skin crawl at their lovey-doveyness.

and i wonder, will i end up a lonely old spinster cat lady, clad beautifully in Mary Magdalene, living in a one-room flat holding tea parties for herself?

or maybe i manage to go all the way to S. Korea, find Cho Jae-jin, beat him to submission then bring him back to be my personal love-slave.