You are my SUPERHERO
I miss my blog. I miss the time when I actually sit down in front of the laptop to think about the words to express the quirk I have in me. I supposed good friend like Vv will come up with excuses like you have a lot of things going on for you now, which explains why you hardly have time to blog, to console a bum like me. I love her for that.
The truth is, I don't have a lot going on for me. I have no job. Rather, going to interviews and not getting an offer is my full time job at the moment. This is slowly killing me alive. People have been nice to tell me that a good job is hard to come by and I have to be patient. I am. The amount of money that I have loaned from my mom is not funny. My ego is bruised by the fact that I am totally living off The BF. In my usual phrase, I am just a living lump. A fat quirky living lump.
Since I am jobless, it leaves me a lot of time to think. Of what? you may ask. Recently I had one of the many talks with The BF. In a typical relationship, it is usually the guys who like to avoid talks. In my case, I am the kia si one.
Have you ever thought of spending the rest of your life with me?
Stopped whatever I was doing , and hyperventilated.
Well, I think I can spend the rest of life with you.
Hyperventilated more.
Do you think you can live your life in places like Bombay? Or Thailand? Or China? Or KL?
Coma hit me.
I don't what to say or react. I am always serious when I am in a relationship. As in sharing each other lives and stuffs. But I was never one to think of that long term. A life time is a long time. Unlike in India when a life sentence is 14 bloody years. He has been great. Introducing me to a circle of fun people whom I never know existed, organising my birthday party where 80% of the guests are his friends, catering food because he can't cook to save our lives, always seeing me home in a cab even though we lives miles apart from each other, talking most of the time so that I don't have to.
I am really growing old. Older than I thought.
The truth is, I don't have a lot going on for me. I have no job. Rather, going to interviews and not getting an offer is my full time job at the moment. This is slowly killing me alive. People have been nice to tell me that a good job is hard to come by and I have to be patient. I am. The amount of money that I have loaned from my mom is not funny. My ego is bruised by the fact that I am totally living off The BF. In my usual phrase, I am just a living lump. A fat quirky living lump.
Since I am jobless, it leaves me a lot of time to think. Of what? you may ask. Recently I had one of the many talks with The BF. In a typical relationship, it is usually the guys who like to avoid talks. In my case, I am the kia si one.
Have you ever thought of spending the rest of your life with me?
Stopped whatever I was doing , and hyperventilated.
Well, I think I can spend the rest of life with you.
Hyperventilated more.
Do you think you can live your life in places like Bombay? Or Thailand? Or China? Or KL?
Coma hit me.
I don't what to say or react. I am always serious when I am in a relationship. As in sharing each other lives and stuffs. But I was never one to think of that long term. A life time is a long time. Unlike in India when a life sentence is 14 bloody years. He has been great. Introducing me to a circle of fun people whom I never know existed, organising my birthday party where 80% of the guests are his friends, catering food because he can't cook to save our lives, always seeing me home in a cab even though we lives miles apart from each other, talking most of the time so that I don't have to.
I am really growing old. Older than I thought.
1 Comments:
I know what you're saying. I turned 27 this summer which is quite young, but reality hit me like a hammer.
I'm starting to feel old even before I am.
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