Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I wish I was a man.
Yes I do.
Otherwise, life is pretty normal...NO, its boring like hell. Who said bumming is fun? It isn't...yes, get me back to work and I'll start bitching that work sucks and instead, yearn to slack.
Well, it is only my wish to be a man. However, I am a woman..I HAVE to be fickle, bitchy, noisy and complain incessantly...right? Yes, I have been told by the boy. I say, what does he know?! Bah.
Anyhooooo...as I was telling my shining star, The prisses...(as I have decided to call her as of now)...that, I wake each morning feeling like I'm in a time warp.
Each day, its the same thing..I get out of bed, proceed to plonk myself on the couch, turn on the TV to watch some mindless, housewife-y daytime programmes and then look around my empty house and wonder why my life seems quiet and strangely serene.
This. is. Singapore. It is almost a crime to feel that your life is quiet..because that just means one thing: You are not in the running of a rat race. *gasp*
How can that be? That automatically labels you a non Singaporean, a non go-getter, a quitter?..Hell, maybe even a.....Malaysian?
Who knows?
Anyway, interestingly, there are variations to what my bumming means. The prisses is calling it a holiday..the boy is calling it a break.. my mum's calling it an opportunity to rediscover myself..and my brother's just calling me a pig.
Yes.
Anyhoo, we'll see how what comes along.....
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