I received a few emails already asking, “Where’s the story dude?” 
Yeah, it seems we got a little bit off track yesterday. However, I don’t know that you are THAT interested with my love story anyway.
For your information, this “My Love Story” as what I called it is a true story, that I will tell chronologically. It’s based on my diary entries as it happened a few years ago. So, you will know what I feel, what make I feel that way, what I do and the result of the action I take.
Let’s Girls Come to Me
After completing high school, I have this inferiority complex in love. And, I am too stubborn to do something about it. I feel I am not good enough to make girls attracted to me. Worst, I make a stupid declaration that I hold on dearly.
I wont approcah girls. Let the girls who can accept me as who I am and what I am approach me first.
I have a lot and I really mean a lot of friends who tell me this will never happened (although they themselves are not that successful with women). But I refuse to listen. Although deep inside me I longed to love and be loved, but I am too afraid of rejection to take the first step.
Plus, there are lot of [groupies] who preach this jodoh concept. If you are fated to be with her/him, you will.
These are days of terrible, lonely days and nights for me.
For you loners out there, this is the same feeling that I feel. Just like you. Just I think it’s not appropriate to share here. There is nothing to learn from my loneliness. Let’s focus on the meaty stuff.
Lesson Learnt: Don’t be stupid like me. Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to get rid of the problem.
Then, something struck me while surfing Friendster (on one of my friend’s page). I see their happy faces, how they are with girls that they want, and how lonely am I. What a sore loser. While they got what they want, I can only see.
Suddenly, it was enlightened upon me. Stop accepting life like this!
God has repeatedly gives you chances, but we refuse to see it. (remember the guys and the boat and the chopper in a flooded area story?) So, I resolve to myself to do something about it. To take my chance.
This is what the entry in my diary looks like:
(18/2/2005)
Title: You Know What I Missed Most?
In a rare event tonight, I spend my time surfing Friendster. At first, without purpose, but when I end up on one of my friend’s page, I was freezed. My heart beat faster and slower at the same time (quote taken from Hot Chick movie). Then only I realised, what I missed most in my life. You know what it is?
Chance.
Yes, I miss my chance and chances. True like what a lot of people say, at least later on, I can say, I tried, and nothing will be ruined, except my ego. Well, sound easy, but in the game of life… No, actually life is cruel! direct to the point, that’s it. We mourned on our missed chance, but we , including me take just for granted the abundance chances in front of us.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. whatever… Life is one unfathomable science.
Right now, I have one chance. And I’m using it. I hope this time, I will be good.
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On that fateful day, I conceive my ATTACK OPS which I initially thought will take about 3 months. I will share with you all, exactly what my plan is on the next episode.
Love,
Mr S
p/s: Reading guide: [groupie] group of extremist. Can be different groups, but I hate extremist so much that I don’t bother to differentiate them. Extremist is extremist and I don’t care they are extreme about what.