An Apple And The Pasture

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Happy ever after *sigh*

I've been busy. REAL busy. Busy getting busy. Busy getting ready for school, busy giving tuitions, busy smiling my aching mouth at silly nei neis at Plaza Sing, busy pah to-ing, busy movie marathons, busy accumulating clothes/shoes/bags/wallets/pencil cases/etc/etc/etc. Oh you get the idea.

Just in the midst of busy-ness, I had a simple fast bowl of instant noodles. I slowed my engines to gear for school next week. No night work. No Stupid Big Haired Aliens who's deaf. No Hi-this-is-the-new-3D-face-scan-sir/ma'am (all said in one breath coz otherwise they'll leave). No wait-a-min-i'll-check-for-you. Yea! Not that its much of a torture. Just that I'll be so afraid that those-whose-mouths-will-rot-if-they-say-thank-you ever complains about me to karen/nameer/mustafa/zixiang. Those are SCARY creatures.

Ah ha! Enough about these power scaries, let's talk about ME! I LOVE talking about me. Much as I like to show all my hols pics, I do realise it takes a long long time to load, so too bad babes. As I was saying, I was eating my noodles, my mom talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked talked. I don't know if she bottled up all these words in her coz nobody was home for the past months or she preserved that segment for my ears. Sadly, she didnt talk my ears off.

She was going on and on about how she's got this friend whose hubby will buy her a necklace of pearls of he goes japan, diamond pendants if he goes america, LV if he goes paris. Then proceeded to ask me if I feel my dad's a man who dotes on his wife. Frankly speaking, my dad's just an average husband but a superd father. Like what I said before, their marriage's of tolerance and getting round each other. At times it gets intense. Mind, intense meaning at war not passionate OH-I-LOVE-YOU intense. My dad's responsible. That's all. We are his family. My mom's demanding. Period. She's got no idea what's real reality really. They can reach a standing. Most of the time. Take note, its just most of the time.

Then she asked who has the perfect family. No one truly. None of my dad's side. None on my mom's side. None of my friend's. None of my colleagues. To think my familys considered the best deal. That's not the family I want. If this is the best I get, what is marriage?

When I was naive, I gorge myself silly on fairytales, bust my diet on happily-ever-after and stuff myself full of prince charming. Never ever again.

I'm not being hard to please. But how can I be please with inferior standards? Hm....& I forgot what I want to say anymore.

7:35 PM