post-script

Im blogging for the sake blogging which most peeps dont do often coz they happen to be super busy with whatever they are busy with which leaves me rotting at home like nobody's business.




Heeeeee....



Lets talk about me today.



Im no boyfriend material. Absolute not. 0%.



Think I'll die alone with cats.





Hopefully, one of the cats is this.


Im just not interested in being in a relationship.

And no, I dont feel a pang of jealousy seeing couples canoodling along the streets of town. But will laugh at boyfriends who willingly help carry their girlfriend's handbag.

Sweet talking, fetching and sending her off, arranging an assortment of dates, celebrating anniversaries, obliging to pay for every single bloody thing ( the list goes on and on)...

Its just so unappealing. Such a chore.

I guess my mind is different from the rest. Maybe the guys really enjoy doing the above mentioned. Maybe Im suppose to think and feel that way. Maybe my level maturity aint that developed for me to behave like them. Maybe its destined for me to die alone. Maybe its cats I'll die with.

By blogging about myself being some anti-valentine cum relationship nut would only make worse my chances of getting attached.

God forbid. Leave it to my brothers to pass down the family's name.

One last note before I end this why-bother-when-everyone-knows entry,

it doesnt make me gay if Im still single till my late thirties;

just pathetic. Yup. Peace~