2008: No money, No honey (?)

The most common question asked during my sister’s wedding had to be:
“Hey! When is it your turn ah?”

Depending on whom the asker was, my typical reply was:
“I’m waiting for you to find a pretty girl for me” (for the more senior, kaypoh aunties who would chuckle heartily) or “How about you and me?” (to the single, more attractive women *usually followed by a wink*)

In reality however, it’s not exactly rocket science to observe that I’m not ready for marriage of any sort. Heck, I even have difficulty choosing ONE girl that I like. Therefore the widely accepted “No money, No honey” doesn’t make much sense. I have lots of friends with the money, who don’t actually want the honey. In fact, money doesn’t equal honey, because you can’t slap on a tangible value on another human being. Especially not girls who get terribly offended when treated as “objects” or “barters”.

Just last month, I met an architect whom I had gotten to know through work. She is the alert, wide-eyed, tall, fair, soft-skinned, graceful kind – a cross between Tea Leoni (whom I happen to think extremely highly of) and Joey Yung. I love her crisp, precise voice and her keen sense of grammar and wit, as well as the clickity-clack of her heels as she walks alongside me. Most of all, she doesn’t speak a word of architecture to me. I just hate people with limited conversational topics, or simply harp on one their familiar with. She exudes class in every sense and often leaves me awestruck (which is a hard thing to do).

Yes, that’s it – her class and her demeanour, that’s what gets me going.

To cut a long story short, as of this present moment, I’ve just walked her home, having spent the passing of the new year with her. It helps tremendously that she stays so near by. However, she doesn’t know our Almighty Saviour, and while she’s been open to evangelism (from me) so far, all I can do is to follow up occasionally and pray for her. As far as I’m concerned, any chance of us having a future together is farfetched, or at least it has been KIV-ed indefinitely, until the situation changes.

Speaking of which, I met ST at my sister’s wedding. She’s an elegant girl who strikes me as the spoilt, pouting sort. Still, she looked good enough for me to engage her in conversation (which turned out to be largely disappointing). Apparently, she’s attached and 2 years older, but since when has either ever deterred me? *sneers*

Anyway, enough of the girl talk. Here are my resolutions for 2008 (so far)

1. Learn how to apologise. Fat shithead me stepped on my sister’s spectacles (it was a genuine mistake) about 2 weeks ago and didn’t apologise. I don’t actually know why I didn’t. It could be that I didn’t want to sound insincere, but it’s more likely that I was just sleepy. Later on, when Pa scolded her, she didn’t mention my name nor blamed me. I felt like such a useless fucking bastard. I know she must have been so let down by me, and yet I did nothing. I am pathetic. Period.

2. As far as relationships towards friends (and girls) are concerned, I aim to be committed. A whole lot more than I’ve been.

The only reason why I’m blogging this is so that I can be rendered accountable to you should you observe otherwise.

I wanted to sign off 2007 with a collage of memories. Then I realised that not only were there too many, I would also untactfully omit too many people. Nevertheless, if you’re reading this, chances are you’re probably someone I care about and formed part of my 2007. Thank you for being there.