一个人的精彩。

情人节恰好过了一个星期。这似乎是绝佳的时刻来说说些,写写些。

情人节向来都对我没什么太大的意义。很遗憾。我父母嘛,含蓄些,也不庆祝。我哥呢,似乎也正处于单身的状态。唯有在面簿上,看看朋友们所上载的照片,才感染一丝情人节的气氛。但坦白说,我也没很在乎。是因为自己单身,没有喜欢的对象才能这么洒脱吧。。。

这么说来,好像把自己说的很不罗曼蒂克。

其实啊,我内心还是深信一见钟情这档事和至死不渝的爱情呢!我也想遇到我的灰姑娘。

想一想,我们东方人似乎都比较保守些。不像西方人对爱情的憧憬。
瞧西方的情侣能大大方方地互相施爱。哪怕是那么一点的好感,大多会很爽快地表白吧。
我们呢,就算爱到不能自拔也不一定会采取行动。

老实说,我是蛮嫉妒西方人到我们这年龄已经有很丰富的恋爱经验。是环境的因素吧,和东方人的价值观。尽管这已是二十一世纪了,我们东方人的价值观已根深蒂固。保守是一个很自然的现象。

唉。有时候不由自主会想想如果自己不是亚洲人,是个洋人,到底会怎样呢?

会爱的轰轰烈烈?会热情如火?会更敢爱敢恨些?

Happy Vday!

This post comes one day late, well, technically only half a day late, but still. I have a better excuse than E. I was busy with school and busy with work and busy with trying to deal with prioritizing things.

Here’s how my 21st Vday went down:

  • Slept at 230am after hours of doing schoolwork
  • Woke up at 630am in order to make it for 830am class
  • Spent several hours at the library researching on an essay about Tumblr
  • Ate Macdonalds for dinner with friend after class ended at 7
  • Got home at 1030pm and slept at 1230am

Ta-da!

That’s the way it goes down for the ordinary folks. It was quite the peaceful normal day. The only thing that reminded me of the Vday fact was the little muffin present from another girlfriend and the fact that I sent a SMS to an old friend whose birthday falls on Vday wishing her Happy Birthday and she wished me back Happy Vday and so I replied with Happy Vday too!

It was all quite customary, but I guess the ordinary of things is what keeps us grounded sometimes in our reality, because too much fantastical thinking is what makes people unbelievably unrealistic. Don’t really know if that makes sense, but I think sometimes the lull of things is just part of the cycle that makes up life. Can’t have excitement always, because then it would mean something is going to get really wrong later. That’s my personal opinion about the naturalization of things.

I don’t really know what to say anymore… It feels like the stuff I’ve been able to put into words are getting old and the things that I’ve been wanting to say I don’t know how to put them in words yet.

Where’s Cupid?

I’ll cut to the chase. I’m oh so guilty for not contributing to this blog. My last post is dated July 2011. Gasp! That’s about 6 months ago!

It’s always easy to use National Service as an excuse; and how useful and all encompassing it is. It doesn’t take much to say you’re pressed for time, or you’re too tired or too uninspired to do something, anything! And who would call me out for it?!

So how have I been? Everything’s keeping to the status quo. I’m still single, and not particularly interested in getting involved anytime soon. And as I pen this down, I find it pretty curious. Shall we talk about this then? Since I feel it’s going to be quite interesting a topic to discuss.

Do not even get me started on the number of times I’ve been asked if I’m attached, and if not when I would be.

Somewhere down the road, I think I devised a standard reply to the fore mentioned questions; “Maybe in University.”

And this reply is so often used that I think I believed it myself eventually.

And now that University life is fast approaching, I can’t help but ask myself, really? Picking up on excuses, it seems the future provides a pretty fertile ground to nurse and grow your excuses.

I was always bewildered by how some of my friends were constantly on the pursuit/prowl for relationships. I never did understand their need for companionship. For a while, it did bother me how I wasn’t as interested in getting hitched. I’m perfectly fine on my own; and I’ve gotten by pretty well for the past 20 years. I didn’t see why my friends found immense purpose/need in finding themselves a boyfriend/girlfriend.

And even if I did want to get into a relationship, it’s probably harder as a guy to do so in University no? Girls just have to wait to be pursued, well most of the time anyway. Thoughts, S? Or any personal stories to share? Hahs.

And this reminds me of a semi documentary interview segment thingy on RazorTV I caught online the other day. They were asking if girls would date guys that were shorter than them. And it should come as no surprise that the answer, the majority anyway, is a big resounding NO. At this point, I should clarify that I’m not the tallest guy around the block. Which means even if I were interested and looking to get myself attached, I’ll probably be less than successful.

But that’s besides the point really.

Because I’m not looking to get myself attached, and I can’t seem to justify it. This must be the work of the conformist alter subconscious ego of mine.

Anyway, it’s a little over 2 weeks to Valentine’s. Who are you going to spend it with? I know I won’t be alone.

Who needs them?

“Well, what I can say to all the Singles out there tonight, spending time with friends or just yourself, treasure your current solitude, because one day, the day will arrive when you will be ripped of your singular status and be forced to relive these moments of solitude through mere reminiscence.”

That, I quote from S’s V-day post.

Incidentally, mere coincidence or not, the novel I was reading had this tiny portion on solidarity. And it goes something like this.

Solitude is a wonderful thing. First, it allows a man to be with himself. And second, it prevents him from being with others.

To be sociable is a risky thing- even fatal- because it means being contact with people, most of whom are dull, perverse and ignorant and are really with you only because they cannot bear their own company. Most people bore themselves and greet you not as a friend but as a distraction.

That about sums it all right now.  And with that, I greet our fellow readers out there. It’s E here as S has decided to refer me as. It’s exactly been a week since V day, and I’m here for my take on this very special day.

And in case the whole point of this little blog of ours hasn’t been clear enough, we celebrate solitude. There’s nothing quite like being by yourself. And let’s face it, at some point of our lives, we’ll be all alone. And when that happens, rather than fretting and wallowing in self pity, you’d be far better off embracing your own company and relishing yourself in it. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’d say you’re far from convinced.

So how did V day go for everyone?

I’m afraid it went down in a pretty dull manner for me. Obligations to the nation you see? Not that it would make a difference anyway. I think I’m really getting used to being alone.

And I like that a lot. Sometimes I do wish I were with someone, anyone. But lately, I find myself thinking about things more often, taking stock of my life, and figuring out who I am and what is it that I want to be. And I can’t yet tell if there’s going to be another special someone in this grand plan of mine. What I do know is that it’s going to be just me for quite sometime.

But as S says, the serendipity of things and the fortuitous nature of life may just surprise us with the most pleasant of things when we least expect it.

So to fellow singles out there. Fret not. I’m sure when you least expect it, whatever you were waiting for will just fall into your laps.

Lastly, from the angsty guy with obligations to the nation, enjoy being alone on this Valentine’s day. You’re too awesome for everyone else. And to fellow readers who had chanced upon this blog and this particular post, screw those couples. Being single means you’re available when this guy drops neatly in your laps.

And to fellow guys, you get to play the part, if you have the bod, and the specs.

Hahs.

Till next time.

Hello world!

Dear World,

My mind has always had this knack for conjuring ironies and so it sounded like one grand idea for us to launch our Singularity blog on the day of the Cupid where couples all over the world rejoice over their not-single status. We are, well, not opposed or against being not-single (without the insight of psychoanalysis), but things are what they are and we’re here to talk about it.

Due to the fact that E has obligatory duty to the nation, I shall have the honor of writing this first post of this whimsical endeavor of ours.

I hope you have all had a fine Valentine’s Day. By that, I mean no mishaps, no hearts trampled and left to writhe in regretful agony, no meanies rubbing your single status in your face. And for those who have a valentine, no arguments, no bickering, no inappropriate gifts, and that you were able to end the day still bearing pockets with surmountable holes and wonderful memories to keep in stock till the next year.

Well, all my past V days have been spent with my girl pals (yes, those youthful days donning our school uniforms, so carefree and without a care for the hazardous world out there), my cool mum and other friends in school. Still remember giving out chocolates to everyone you know in school? And then discussing the romantic antics of the several known couples in your class and social circle, and then speculating crushes, victims of unrequited love, maybe?

Well, I was at the mall this afternoon. It was full of people holding in their hands scented things in all possible shades of pink, among many other creative gifts, and a lot more couples than usual with the V-day look on their faces. I must say it was quite fun to just people-watch.

The V-day look. Some of them are quite easy to spot. These are the people who depend on one day to show their affection to their other half. Some of them are even easier to spot. They make use of this special day to confess their secret admiration and so there is that added layer of awkward unfamiliarity that has been made saccharine by a profession of I-like-you-so-much. And then there are those who have been going out for quite some time. Those are the ones not easy to spot because they have been dating for a longer period of time and the different personalities become significantly more visible and colour their interactions. Sometimes you can’t tell if they are siblings, cousins, platonic friends or enemies who are trying to give falling in love a shot.

Well, what I can say to all the Singles out there tonight, spending time with friends or just yourself, treasure your current solitude, because one day, the day will arrive when you will be ripped of your singular status and be forced to relive these moments of solitude through mere reminiscence.

Of course, you might question my trust in serendipity. Well, I believe in the cyclical nature of things and happenings. What doesn’t happen now will eventually occur. Many people trust destiny, fate or whatever you call it, but everything is actually the same thing because we will never know what is to come, which, I must force you to believe, is part of the beauty of this life that we all lead.

Sure, unexpectedness can cause a lot of things to be screwed up and make a massive mass, but it can also surprise you beautifully and leave you glowing with the crazy feeling of bliss. And you know a lot of things in life are like this. We should all get used to this.

I guess this is it. I’m off to spend the rest of the night watching Titanic on Channel 5 and gawk at how young Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio looked back then when they were on the doomed ship together, and then go on to lament about how time degrades our physical appearance but dignifies our inner strength.

Don’t be too sad; it’s only one day. We will all seem ordinarily normal tomorrow.