Imperceptible Me

i recently just finished reading Helen Fielding’s "Bridget Jones’ Diary" that i bought from the second-hand bookstore in the AS walk last week. it truly IS a funny book; far funnier than the movie itself, as you can see how contradicting Bridget really is.

i loved the book because, not only was it satisfying my apetite for comedy at that moment, but it was because i can somehow relate to Bridget’s situation. how she dreamed of having a boyfriend and stuff. but this was due to the reason of people pressuring her to get one because she was over thirty already and she still hasn’t hooked up with anybody.
my case is different. nobody’s pressuring me to have a boyfriend. they’re actually DISCOURAGING me to have one. and i don’t really mind…much.

i just hate the feeling that you’re deprived of something that you want to have. not that i would want a bf right now, but i just don’t think i’m ready yet.

so what am i to do before then? sit around, feeling like a pathetic, unattractive loser whom no one wants to be with whilst i watch all the happy, content couples walk in front of me, flaunting their togetherness.

so Bridget Jones’ diary finally snapped me out of my lonely-romantic mode and curtly reminded me that we ladies don’t really need men to complete our lives. we can still live without them (although, speaking in terms of "propagating the species", as said in our anthro class earlier, it really isn’t possible).

girls have to act like they don’t need guys. because to do so, we would be able to discover this whole new world of OTHER possibilities that we can succeed in in life.

so no more of these sappy love songs about gals pining over guys, or girls sobbing over a break-up. STAND UP FOR YOURSELVES, LADIES. guys are found EVERYWHERE. there will always be one to bow to your (ill) will. *evil chuckle* heehee, just kidding.

ooh, special thanks to tesa and gaye. couldn’t have realized this without you guys.
oops.
i meant GIRLS.
over and out!