Monday, February 18, 2008
Because my dear god-sis bitched again about how my blog is ‘dead’, here I am making the effort to blog… so you better be grateful, YZ.
It’s not that I dun wanna blog… every now and then something which is really interesting and insightful will pop into my mind, and I’ll think, “I should blog about that.” But often time, I’m too tired/stoned/tired/bored/tired/busy/tired to actually get down to it.
Anywayz…
CNY is near its end… hurray! Not that I really mind CNY – I enjoy the meeting-up with relatives, friends, pigging out and, as much as I may bitch about how tiring it is, I enjoy the once-a-year massive baking of nonya kuehs that my mum and I get down to doing. But I realize that over the years, CNy has lost some of the excitement; probably coz of all the additional ‘duties’ I have to do.
And this CNY was, as usual, not without its “where’s the boyfriend?” questions. One grand aunt shouted, and I mean SHOUTED out, as we were leaving her place, “next year I wanna see you come visit me with a boyfriend ah!” – I swear all her neighbors heard that. When I complained to my parents, my mum said, ‘you can solve the problem by bringing a guy back.” Gee, so helpful… but then again, my mum also did her share of ‘encouraging’ me. Didn’t help that a relative my age is getting engaged.
But I’ve developed the art of turning a deaf ear to such nonsense.. so, ha!
Vday was quiet… didn’t come across any people selling flowers so I couldn’t try out my “I’m allergic to flowers… btw, do you have life insurance?” move. A pity. But I had fun smirking at all the boys carrying bouquets of flowers, paper bags of cutesy bears/balloons/other pink lacy crap (not bras or thongs), and the gf’s handbag.
What’s up with carrying your girls’ handbag? It’s not about being gentlemanly… it’s just, well, pathetic. Unless your gf is trying to negotiate tons of stuff, you dun carry the handbag, period. If her bag is very heavy, and she’s also trying to carry all the crap you bought her, ok, so maybe you help her with one or two items. But that’s it. You wanna be gentlemanly? Then do stuff like open the door for her, on days other than Vday.
My parents are away for three weeks… woohoo! But that also means that I’ve loads of housework to do… pros and cons in everything. Still, I’m enjoying the ability to go home late without having to constantly update my parents’ on my whereabouts.
Bro’s a pain though.. as always.
On Friday, my god-sis and I visited an old friend at her home – all of us used to always hang out together in sec sch… pity we lost touch with her after graduation… bad friends we were. I’m very happy we’re back in touch.
That friend, H, is now happily married with a cute baby girl. The daughter was at her mum’s place, and the hubby was away, so it was a good time to visit. She claims we ‘self-invited’ ourselves over…. I maintain that she was the one who suggested it in the first place months ago. :P
Had a good night… we didn’t do much… watched a dvd, drank a bit, chatted… I think as we all get older, stuff like clubbing loses some of its appeal. H and I agreed that pubbing, preferably where there’s a good live band… or just a quiet night somewhere, is more enjoyable. Call us boring old hags if you will, I think we’re just maturing like fine wine.
Chatted about a number of things. It was a interesting mix… one married, one waiting for HDB flat, and one.. well, more happy-go-lucky. (if you actually have to wonder about which one I am, go shoot yourself). We’re all at different stages of our lives even though we’re of the same age.
I commented that I felt like I was still a kid sometimes. Almost all my friends, acquaintances, etc were either married or getting married. They’re planning huge things – how to do the wedding, getting reno on the new home done, how to raise their kids… and as fucked up and busy as my life may feel sometimes, I dun have all these ‘big’ things to consider, unlike them. So I said I feel that it makes me feel like a kid, since I dun have responsibilities like them. And to a certain extent, I feel freer and erm, more fortunate, lol.
My god-sis looked kinda distressed at one point. I get that she worries about me (well, at least she worries a little) and my present state of living… and she wants me to enjoy the happiness she has… but as I kept trying to tell her, I’m very happy with the path I’ve chosen for myself. Different people find happiness in many different things… it just so happened that mine are different from hers.
Make no mistake… I’ll like to have my dream wedding… I’ve fantasized about how my wedding would be, the type of gown I’ll wear, the color theme and flowers (white lilies!)… and I’ll love to organize it… but err, I dun want the piece of paper that comes with it.
(note to self: potential business opportunity here.. let women have the opportunity to have ‘fake’ weddings to live out fantasizes… can throw in a hunk for the pretend-wedding…. The cuter the hunk, the higher the price!)
and I’ll love to have my dream home…. I’ll have a platform bed, a huge kitchen with an island counter, a kick-ass oven… comfortable sofas from ikea… that, at least I know I’ll get when I’m 35… can buy my own HDB flat by then… I’m so looking forward to that. Then I can host dinner parties etc…
And I’ll like a kid… not really have my own kid… but someone to play with and spoil and then when I’m done, hand the kid over to the real parents… lol. I told my god-sis to make me her kid’s godma.. hehehe…
So yes… I know that all makes me sound really childish… to want all the above without the responsibilities, but fuck, the important thing is that at least I KNOW what I want. And the good thing about that is that if I dun get them, I wun get upset. Sure beats being like other people, who just go through the motions because that is what social conventions say life should be like.
I’m a rebel. I’ll be fucked if I let society dictate how I should live my own life.
As long as I’m happy, all else matters little.
It’s not that I dun wanna blog… every now and then something which is really interesting and insightful will pop into my mind, and I’ll think, “I should blog about that.” But often time, I’m too tired/stoned/tired/bored/tired/busy/tired to actually get down to it.
Anywayz…
CNY is near its end… hurray! Not that I really mind CNY – I enjoy the meeting-up with relatives, friends, pigging out and, as much as I may bitch about how tiring it is, I enjoy the once-a-year massive baking of nonya kuehs that my mum and I get down to doing. But I realize that over the years, CNy has lost some of the excitement; probably coz of all the additional ‘duties’ I have to do.
And this CNY was, as usual, not without its “where’s the boyfriend?” questions. One grand aunt shouted, and I mean SHOUTED out, as we were leaving her place, “next year I wanna see you come visit me with a boyfriend ah!” – I swear all her neighbors heard that. When I complained to my parents, my mum said, ‘you can solve the problem by bringing a guy back.” Gee, so helpful… but then again, my mum also did her share of ‘encouraging’ me. Didn’t help that a relative my age is getting engaged.
But I’ve developed the art of turning a deaf ear to such nonsense.. so, ha!
Vday was quiet… didn’t come across any people selling flowers so I couldn’t try out my “I’m allergic to flowers… btw, do you have life insurance?” move. A pity. But I had fun smirking at all the boys carrying bouquets of flowers, paper bags of cutesy bears/balloons/other pink lacy crap (not bras or thongs), and the gf’s handbag.
What’s up with carrying your girls’ handbag? It’s not about being gentlemanly… it’s just, well, pathetic. Unless your gf is trying to negotiate tons of stuff, you dun carry the handbag, period. If her bag is very heavy, and she’s also trying to carry all the crap you bought her, ok, so maybe you help her with one or two items. But that’s it. You wanna be gentlemanly? Then do stuff like open the door for her, on days other than Vday.
My parents are away for three weeks… woohoo! But that also means that I’ve loads of housework to do… pros and cons in everything. Still, I’m enjoying the ability to go home late without having to constantly update my parents’ on my whereabouts.
Bro’s a pain though.. as always.
On Friday, my god-sis and I visited an old friend at her home – all of us used to always hang out together in sec sch… pity we lost touch with her after graduation… bad friends we were. I’m very happy we’re back in touch.
That friend, H, is now happily married with a cute baby girl. The daughter was at her mum’s place, and the hubby was away, so it was a good time to visit. She claims we ‘self-invited’ ourselves over…. I maintain that she was the one who suggested it in the first place months ago. :P
Had a good night… we didn’t do much… watched a dvd, drank a bit, chatted… I think as we all get older, stuff like clubbing loses some of its appeal. H and I agreed that pubbing, preferably where there’s a good live band… or just a quiet night somewhere, is more enjoyable. Call us boring old hags if you will, I think we’re just maturing like fine wine.
Chatted about a number of things. It was a interesting mix… one married, one waiting for HDB flat, and one.. well, more happy-go-lucky. (if you actually have to wonder about which one I am, go shoot yourself). We’re all at different stages of our lives even though we’re of the same age.
I commented that I felt like I was still a kid sometimes. Almost all my friends, acquaintances, etc were either married or getting married. They’re planning huge things – how to do the wedding, getting reno on the new home done, how to raise their kids… and as fucked up and busy as my life may feel sometimes, I dun have all these ‘big’ things to consider, unlike them. So I said I feel that it makes me feel like a kid, since I dun have responsibilities like them. And to a certain extent, I feel freer and erm, more fortunate, lol.
My god-sis looked kinda distressed at one point. I get that she worries about me (well, at least she worries a little) and my present state of living… and she wants me to enjoy the happiness she has… but as I kept trying to tell her, I’m very happy with the path I’ve chosen for myself. Different people find happiness in many different things… it just so happened that mine are different from hers.
Make no mistake… I’ll like to have my dream wedding… I’ve fantasized about how my wedding would be, the type of gown I’ll wear, the color theme and flowers (white lilies!)… and I’ll love to organize it… but err, I dun want the piece of paper that comes with it.
(note to self: potential business opportunity here.. let women have the opportunity to have ‘fake’ weddings to live out fantasizes… can throw in a hunk for the pretend-wedding…. The cuter the hunk, the higher the price!)
and I’ll love to have my dream home…. I’ll have a platform bed, a huge kitchen with an island counter, a kick-ass oven… comfortable sofas from ikea… that, at least I know I’ll get when I’m 35… can buy my own HDB flat by then… I’m so looking forward to that. Then I can host dinner parties etc…
And I’ll like a kid… not really have my own kid… but someone to play with and spoil and then when I’m done, hand the kid over to the real parents… lol. I told my god-sis to make me her kid’s godma.. hehehe…
So yes… I know that all makes me sound really childish… to want all the above without the responsibilities, but fuck, the important thing is that at least I KNOW what I want. And the good thing about that is that if I dun get them, I wun get upset. Sure beats being like other people, who just go through the motions because that is what social conventions say life should be like.
I’m a rebel. I’ll be fucked if I let society dictate how I should live my own life.
As long as I’m happy, all else matters little.
