Driving into Fog

Currently, life seems pretty directionless, at least mine.

The best I can do not is to keep my fingers cross, say my prayers and bulldoze all the way.

waitaminute! I don't pray. Oh well....

Yi Ge Ren

Single. Fine.

Motherhood? ummmm....alrite

Single motherhood? hmmm hearing some hush whispers nearby.

As time goes and biologically can really sense that I'm turning old-er. Some day I know I'll hear the biological clock ticking away. Won't say I don't want a kiddo some day. A cute mini-me sound kinda appealing, hey, we humans are programmed to pro-create and I'm pretty sure at some point of a person life, that they will start thinking of settling down and starting their own family.

Me? I'm normal alrite. When I was a little girl, I always imagine having my own family (pretty much while playing masak-masak with the gynormous collection of cuddly animals). Always wondered what will my family be like, but after the depression of 2008 & 2009, priorities changed. I changed.

Its not that I don't want to have a family of my own, just that the position of bread winner, head of family etc don't really have to be a man; there is a possibility that it could be me. Only me. I mean, come on, women today are capable of so many things compared to the past. Starting a family no longer stand for finding a person to lean on and but finding a person to share with. And if, just if, that there are no suitable candidate, is it worth it to settle for less?

I don't think so. Settling for lesser than suitable is asking for trouble. And so, here comes Plan B. Single motherhood. Yes it will be difficult, but in the long run, isn't it better than having a dysfunctional family? I would rather have my future kid to grow up in a single but loving family rather than so-called-complete but totally effed up environment.

And so, I say 'maybe' to single-motherhood. Its not like I can control if I do really get married some day right?

Single?

Motherhood?

Single motherhood?

Only time will tell, not me.

Eternity : Corporate Slavery

As I am punching this post into blogspot, I could sense the 'hidden eyes' at the back of my head trying its best to scan THAT cubicle at the corner. No one! Perfect.

" Office Internet should not be used for non-work related purposes" he said.

There was also THAT memo. Hah! Screw it. Its past office hours. 7.11pm.

There is still that faint smell of warm ink from the printer while HER voice was still on. Explaining some stuff to a certain idiot. Ah well, so glad that is not in my job description although being idiotic ain't the worst things around nowadays.

I wanna go home, or do I?

Could feel that THIS is home. Home to that never ending story of eternal corporate slavery.

Brogger at Hearts

I killed my old blog, together with 4 years worth of memory..... memories with him and so many other people. I had to. The blog died with one part of me that was so severely hurt, I felt it was better I just pull the plug.

And here we are, with a new baby bloggy. Hope I won't need to let this one go too. I many not be a world famous write, but I'm a blogger at heart and blogger I should remain.

Pain

Ever felt so much pain in your heart that you just break down and cry non-stop?

The real PAIN is when its so intense, you cannot squeeze a tear out.

Thrown South

Popped my passpot's cherry

Crossed the straits in 5 mins

Shop walking marathon

market surveying

customer chatting and

food sampling

I DO like Johor.

Socially Adequate U Say?

Was sent to IMAGE training by the company...no la!!! I swear I DID NOT sia-sueh myself to the point they beh tahan and send me!!!!! It was one of those perks you get being an employee.

So there was those tips on choosing clothes for men, how to dress to 'kill' ....your career. Table settings and how to use your utensils on the proper western dining settings. Eh very informative leh, all 20 over years I just bantai and act like I know.....observe babeh observe.

And the very end.....it was make up class!!!! All hail to the miracle for women. Seriously, I don't belief in so called 'natural beauty' bla bla bla, yes you can be beautiful without make up, but by all means, doncha think you look a bit washed out without at least some colour on the lips?

Anyway, my lesson of the day is : bloody hell I need to go find THAT mascara that made my almost non-existence lashes stand out!