As I sit in my pathetic little office and chew on that rubbery lumps of vegetarian mock meat, I read the recent flurry of emails sent by my sec sch frens... and I weep.
Aiyohz, I think that's it liao. One's just ROM-ed with his gal; another's marrying his korean stead in March (in korea!); another pair's exchanging vows in Jun; and a few more sharing their honey-sweet, pre-marriage vacation pics like nobody's business... Such charming eligible guys & gals, all busy building/starting to build their cosy little families. And what am I doing? Wasting away, languishing the passage of time, spending energy and grey matter on cheeky kids and stacks of lifeless papers and books that do not talk, laugh, cry, scold, hug, and earning myself amazing progressions in status that I have not even set out to achieve. Such is the irony of life.
I do not intend to be the next Sumiko Tan - the super-power woman who used to whine about her past/present/future romances, and who ends up as a single, 40-ish lady now.
But then again, frankly speaking... although it seems like I do whine and sometimes ask for peach to blossom, I think, I probably am not ready to take it up even if someone right is to come by now... Haiz, I am such a half-baked, whimsy irritating crabbie.
Just what is wrong with me?
1 comment:
there's nothing wrong with you, babe. the right person isn't here yet. some wonderful guy out there is asking the same question. he's waiting for you as well.
have faith. :)
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