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I can almost feel it before a friendship sours. Almost as though there were alert signals beeping at maximum volume trying to get me to do something about it before the relationship breaks down. More often than not, I ask myself if I’m the problem. If I possess such a repulsive character that my friends scurry away from me after they discover my flaws. Sometimes, you just cannot help it when what used to be sheepish but adoring remarks become insanely annoying and irritating and everything else said just becomes a spark for disaster. We used to be great friends, but now? I don’t even know any more. Perhaps not seeing each other for a while would be the best remedy for the situation right now.

On a lighter note, university replies have proven to positive so far, and I cross my fingers in hope that the rest will be as optimistic as well. Oh, and the interview I talked about the previous time? Totally blew it. Not that I wasn’t eloquent enough or that my balancing acts were a disaster, but the hours were long and the pay unsatisfactory. Maybe it was quite a good job, but I set too high a standard for the F&B industry. Whatever the case, my mother prefers me to waste my life away gallivanting with my friends or being cooped up at home. But well, there’s always a balance in life right? Perhaps my loss in work is paving my success in education. Ok, who am I kidding man.

I also successfully survived Valentine’s, which was an extremely hectic but really fun day. Hired by my brother to cook up a storm at his house for Valentine’s, so I dragged Gui and Jem along to be my assistants. I thoroughly underestimated the pains of a restaurant owner. From table placements to ingredient chopping, cooking and dessert making, I am really glad I have such awesome friends. In the end, the mission turned out a success and both my brother and his wife were pleased by our professionalism. Gorgeous table set up (in photo) by Gui, delicious mussels and an amazing Tiramisu dessert made by Jeremy. I guess Valentine’s isn’t all about spending it with a significant other, but rather making the day better for others as well right? Nah. Left the couple after they came home and headed down to Clarke Quay for a night of relaxation and drinks with some other single people and got sucked into the vortex of Bar Cocoon,  or what the others would term as The Foribidden City. I say if you’re not interested in their signature cocktails and the giant Terracottas freakishly gracing the club, don’t go there. Drinks were expensive and while waiting for the crowd to get in (granted there wasn’t going to be that much of a crowd considering the fact that it was a Tuesday), we were so bored. Service at the door sucked as well, as we were greeted by glum faces and condescending tones, also didn’t help that they proceeded to check our IDs. Shifted to Shuffle shortly because we were hungry and someone requested for Mandopop. The live band wasn’t so bad, and food wasn’t expensive, drinks were great too, considering the fact that they had a tap with the Eiffel Tower on top of it.

Sigh, life is always great until you think of how much it costs to have a good life. The irony.

The Big V

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I just spent the entire day catching up with Season 5 of Gossip Girl and as usual, it has left me extremely frustrated and bothered. Why the scriptwriters cannot stop screwing with Chuck and Blair’s relationship confounds me. After 5 seasons of the so called “I love you but I cannot be with you” drama, everyone is just tearing their hair out and screaming “just let them together already”. Well, at least I am.

Also, as if by divine intervention, I have been jogging rather frequently this week. And by frequently I mean thrice. Which can also be considered a new world record taking into account the fact that I hardly deviate from the TV and couch. However, I am not going to be pretentious and declare myself an exercise junkie because I truthfully do not enjoy the process of exercising. Not even a single bit. Unlike those who evangelize the physical and mental benefits running brings, I honestly do not feel happier nor healthier after running. Unless you count the fact that my limbs are aching painfully and that pain equates health. I am still awaiting the magical moment where I finally, with the help of some higher power, feel the inexplicable joys of exercising and the rush of adrenaline that can keep one feeling thrilled throughout the day. But until then, I shall rely on my playlist of Boyce Avenue covers to get me through the arduous journey of exercising.

Besides, the woes of a single teenager extend beyond that of trying to keep healthy and fit. As the big Vday draws near, the single lady has to find a way to keep herself occupied while those who have foolishly surrendered their freedom take their place and make out all night in dimly lit corners of restaurants. Needless to say, I have ordered myself a wonderful bouquet of peonies as a form of reward for having to survive my second Valentine without a proper date. And as much as it pains me to admit it, congratulations to the lucky girls and guys who have found themselves someone to love and share such a special day with. You make me sick with jealousy. That’s not to say that singlehood is detestable and shameful, but everyone wants to have someone to clink champagne glasses with while laughing as though hopelessly and foolishly in love right?

But to all those who remain soberly single this Valentine’s, know that you’re not alone. Walk into the nearest florist and get yourself a nice bouquet of roses. You deserve it. Who gives a hoot about Valentine’s anyway, as much as it sounds like sour grapes, the big V is seriously overrated.