Nothing Is Possible, Anything Is Impossible

I feel that I have been trying my best to be an extremely simple and normal guy, at least for the past few months. Maybe I've been trying too hard as a close friend put to me that I've now become a total failure when it comes to members of the opposite sex. Very honest I must say and it gives me the urge to do some self-searching of late. Much as it hurts me to say this, but I'm afraid that whatever my dear friend had observed is actually happening to me in reality. Not that I care much with my newly-adopted mentality of "girls are a big hassle" and that "I'm in love with freedom". Putting aside all the crap in my head, I discovered that the situation has deteriorated into a no-hope and no-win case for poor ol' me. My shocking revelation came a week before Christmas...

I did not think much of my friend's proposal when he revealed it to me. According to him, someone was holding some dinner-party somewhere at some pub somehow. And he wanted me to be his "date" for that night. I could tell that it was sheer desperation that he came to me. On account of his friendship with me (I do not have many friends) and being the nice guy that I am, I relented. Well, it was your usual party with loud music, loud noises and loud people. There was plenty of guys and girls of course, sadly whom majority are already attached to the guys present there. (Why bother bringing them in that case?) Anyways, just like me, my friend had not has much luck with girls too and we found ourselves chilling out at a corner, drinking and watching people make merry. Being the inquisitive person that he is, he attempted once again to probe into my life. "Hey look, those guys look even worst than you do and yet, they've got a girl man!" I began to wonder if my friend was a light drinker. Come on, after a few vodkas and you actually think I'm good-looking? But after a careful observation of his behaviour and speech, it occured to me that he has yet to go into his drunken stupor. He then proceeded on with a rough biography with each of his attached friends and giving me the necessary advice to spur me on to find a girl.

I gave serious consideration to his feedback and thought, "Have I really gotten so pathetic that I can't even hold a candle to these guys?" It was truly a depressing moment. Maybe I should give myself a little chance after all. But I still decided to take things easy and let fate chart its course. If its fated to be, let it be. If its not, I shan't bother. And indeed nothing happened. So much for fate. Till last weekend when I decided to get a new mobile phone...

In order to add a touch of uniqueness and difference to my ordinary personality, I have decided to choose the Nokia 6170 for that extraordinary feel. It is a fantastic phone I must say. I came upon the following in a particular brochure while in the midst of purchasing...

There's something so pleasurable about the touch and feel of materials that are simply genuine. Just like the Nokia 6170. Designed with stainless steel covers, the Nokia 6170 encapsulates the true form of strength and beauty in a phone - sleek exteriors, internal substance and innate sophistication. Contemporary geometry meets sleek stainless steel covers, creating an ergonomically compact and durable casing that holds an effortless interface...

Man was she perfect. It was truly beauty beyond words. As she provided the final details of the specific features of my new mobile and my subscription plan, I could only gaze upon in wonder. Another one of God's best works, I told myself. There was something about her that attached my mind to her, an angelic aura. I convinced myself that it must be fate since it was the electronic queuing system that designated our queue numbers and counters. Buying a phone had never been anymore pleasant. Well, it wasn't quite possible for me to hog on to that counter forever and the brief fairytale had ended as soon as it had begun. For myself, what I have to take away with me from this was being able to know her (and her name too) and the chance of knowing that my new phone had been blessed by an "angel".

An advert for myself...
That girl whom served this ordinary looking guy at counter 3, queue number 1198 at the Hello! shop at Killiney. Sale item : Nokia 6170. Reply asap.

And as I promised my good ol' pal, an advert space here for him...
Looking for a girl who's sporty yet gentle, active, able to play musical instruments esp the piano, long hair, fair, considerate, of course not forgetting a good personality. If by the grace of God you who's reading this have the above mentioned, please do not hesitate to leave your contacts with me, well maybe in the comments column. If not, you can ask for my friend's blog site.

(I'm expecting a big fat zero reply to these ads... Its pure impossible but since its Christmas, who knows...)