My intoxication has just subsided as I write this. But expect rage and angst. I read this Bob Ong quote in the signature line of an email message I received: "Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap nasa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka." - Bob Ong Translation: The hard part of being alone is not in sadness or fear, but in the realization that among the many billion people in this world, nobody fought to be with you. Duuuude, that hurt! A LOT! OUCH! YAYAY! And you know why it hurts? Because it's true. FUCK THAT SHIT! While I am mostly happy with my life (great career, supportive family, and fun friends), I sometimes ask myself why the eff am I alone? Why is it no guy seems to think I am good enough for them to love me and take care of me? Am I that bad? At the risk of sounding narcissistic and mayabang, I think not. I mean, come on, I know I have a reputation for being a mean, aggressive girl that's too much to handle, but dammit I am a good girlfriend. Ask the fucktards…