on being alone

It's a day before I finally drop out of the calendar, so to speak.

and I'm desperately single.
so much.

We usually equate happiness to include having someone with us. I don't think I'm that happy but I'm satisfied. Somehow living a fairly simple life: (yes guys, I'm actually boring), without a television set or even a radio, and for about 11 months now, without a landline (and internet on demand)-- I've to go to the office or an internet cafe or even the gym just to blog, made it easier.

Somehow, I know I'm slightly intimidating (slight daw o?), am very witty (trans: one-liner bitch), and seemingly without regard to other peoples' feelings (trans: insercure one-liner bitch) so there is about no chance in the world that there is a person with enough confidence to actually ask me out, or befriend me.

Maybe being a Scorpio, I have an idea on how to hurt most people.

Even myself.

I let go of the possibility of love a few years ago, and its only now that I've accepted the fact that I might live the rest of my life alone. *sigh*

And one more thing about me, I nest. Especially when I don't feel comfortable. You should see the floor of my room now. If you can see it actually.

To all my princes charming (or otherwise) who got lost in the enchanted forest to save a non-damsel in slight distress:

Just listen to my song and close your eyes.

Don't be fooled by the smoke, and green scales.

Am actually a princess deep down, really.

Just get over my dragon exterior.

Happy birthday to me.