SOOOOOOO. I watched Bridget Jones's Diary during the holidays. If you have watched the film, you will know that Bridget Jones is a thirty-something single woman in London who makes sense of life and love with the help of a surrogate "urban family" of friends in the 1990s and who is on her way to spinsterhood. I am admittedly, the walking talking younger version of Bridget. Now, is that a good thing? Baby, trust me, it is not a fucking good thing. Am I complaining? Abso-fucking-lutely NOT. Currently, I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't had a boyfriend since who knows when and at the rate I'm going, I don't think I'm going to have one anytime soon. I'm just so busy appreciating life, building my career, knowing inner-self more, and tons of other things. Especially that I'm gonna be taking the Bar Exam this year. When I was younger, say, very early 20s, I used to gloat a lot about the fact that I seem to be so unlucky in love and the fact th...