I finally made it to the gym after a long lapse of days. It took every ounce of willpower I had to drag myself out of bed, stared bearily at the mirror at myself, trying to conjure up the image of myself being having the figure I so desired. I failed to do that, but convinced myself successfully that one hour is better spent in the gym than slacking around, even if I had to huff and puff my way through it.

The afternoon was spent having duck rice at some coffee shop at buona vista with mom and her friend. After that, I went them to visit the family of a prisoner who had turned to Christ recently. It was really a heart-rending story, which made me realize how lucky I am and ought to treasure my life more. I think the person to be pitied most is the prisoner's son whose mother is in prison as well, and he is apparently very rebellious, naughty and quite a problem child. This is probably his way of responding to unfairness of life and lonliness and without guidance.

On a happier note, mom and I went to a birthday tea of my cousin's 1 year old daughter held at the meritius mandarin. That is my pretty, voluptous ex-air stewardess of a cousin who married a dashing pilot, something of a fairy tale marriage. The food was awesome, couldnt get enough of the mini tiramisu or the mini quiche. I was happy seeing all my cousins and aunties and being hugged and petted by them as I was the 'baby' of the family...well, not anymore,since the appearances of my little nieces and newphews. The question that was foremost on everybody's mouth was if I had gotten a boyfriend yet and the answer was an emphatic NO. As my mother put it, my eyes are on my head(direct chinese translation), meaning that my expectations were too high. Well, I see no wrong in having high expectations. My ideal guy....hmmm, funny, kind-hearted,intelligent, caring and yeah, good looking(or quite). I suppose that is something of a paragon. That would be pretty hard to find, , much less be able to be able to 'ensnare' him, especially as I am not that perfect myself and my 'qualities' are not exactly very desirable. Yet, that has not stopped me from dreaming of a perfect guy after my own heart(something like my cousin-in-law who is good-looking, charismatic, charming and capable and clearly loves my cousin alot) and I will not stop short of anything lesser than that. Perhaps thats why I have remained single, or have not had any past relationships as I tended to shy away from guys who displayed any indication of wanting more than friendship who fell short of my expectations.

Expectations....it always comes back to that. My expectations may be too high, should I lower it? Truth is, I am not exactly in a hurry to settle into a relationship. I can't stand girls who grab any tom, dick or harry who come their way because they the prospect of being a single is too daunting for them. Well, it is not so for me and I believe that I will continue to wait for the One who is out there.....

Music of the moment: When you believe by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey