As I sit here with my chicken fingers sandwiches...

I think it might have something to do with age...

And believe it or not, you can even say that I am maybe 'bitter' in these things.

I entered my 30th year quietly... well maybe, aside from the fact that I was constantly badgered by my boss who is in based in NY with "When you turn 30" jokes and whatnots, it went by quietly.

I got drunk on a bottle of Bacardi and champagne, oh well... my drinking capacity went kind of... mockable... but who the fuck cares right?

I found out that I am either too fat for fellow Malaysian men or too skinny for other men of other nationalities... along with all the other factors that may have contributed to my singlehood eg: character, independence, insensitivity, aggressiveness, etc.

Well what I am meaning to say is that, is it me, or just my age that makes me cringe at a couple in love? I cringe at almost everything, couples talking to each other holding hands, couples wearing same colored T-shirts, couples making out in cars (In front of IKEA, which was totally weird... this was confirmed by my tudung wearing sister who said; "Just get a room already - lah." This coming from her was kind of.. well... cool).

I am a cringer, I am a bitter cringer... shoot me already.

My friends came up with this theory that it just kind of comes with this whole 'I don't need a man' vibe that I have been giving out recently.

It is unintentional, I mean, deep inside, I would love to be someone's happiness, someone's dread, someone's kind of important agenda.

For now... I am a bitter cringer, who thinks working out is the single most important thing aside from work. I am going to be a bitter cringer with a better body.

Heh...