When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.
~ Madeleine L'Engle
Now yours truly knows what’s worse than being forced to hide in one’s room from relatives – having one’s brother’s army boys invade the house. *sheesh* Imagine nine (at least I counted at least 9) guys camp around the house, especially since they set up a table directly outside yours truly’s door. Did I mention that my bedroom faces the dinning room as well? No? Well. Now you know. And yours truly have found out what is worse than having army boys (and yes, I do mean army boys) is having to hide out two days in a row. Since yours truly’s brother had first his army *underlings over and than had his clique over the following day. And yes, they set up table outside yours truly’s room again, although this time they played monopoly instead of blackjack, the bad news is, they stayed even later than the army underlings. *sulk*
As an aside, the strange thing about brother's clique, whom I do know, although this time they came entourage with their respectively gfs, is that they all looked alike. Gosh. Imagine that. They dressed in similar styles and looked alike. *sheesh* Even the gfs looked similar to me. I hope this is not a hint that all close friends look alike especially when they have mellowed. Look at my bro's clique. *yikes* They have all fallen in a one way track to middle age, typical Singaporeans, ready to settle down with a HDB flat and 2.5 kids..opps, now it's probably 3 since the govt is campaigning for pple to have more kids. And they are barely in mid-20s!
Put it in the right perspective, the relatives weren’t so bad after all. At least they didn’t camp outside my door. *grimace*. Come to think of it, the relatives weren’t so bad this year, yours truly didn’t have to fend off any intrusive questions about her job or her martial prospects. Hmmm….either they have given up yours truly as a spinster or they have grown sensitive in the…months we have not seen each other. Probably the former. Possibly they have decided yours truly is not worth the effort to ask about or there are more interesting scandals around this year. I seriously doubt it’s cos they have grown more tactful. Relatives are known for their less-than-polite ways of intruding, (I have no idea what gave them the right or so they believe to ask personal questions about a relative aka me’s life when they barely even know anything about me. *scowl*) but at least this year, dear evilness must be happy with me to spare me the “are you attached? Do you have a boyfriend…blah blah blah”. The usual gossipy questions from the archetypical aunties.
At the very least, I presume I had a much easier CNY than *wallflower if her blogs were anything to go by. Btw *wallflower, let me know if relatives are sue-able…although I doubt you’ll be able to prove anything on them. How does one prove that one’s aunt’s third cousin’s brother’s wife’s cousin’s wife…., molested one during the oh-so-fun-and-we-have-the-right-to-intrude-and-gossip festival once in a year?
The answer -
No way.
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Have you ever felt the urge to drop everything and just go out and do something wildly stupid or unimaginable? *sigh* Wonder what the hell are you doing on here? I know. I’m bored and feeling at odds. *grimace*
I know I know. This does not sound like yours truly. I mean I’ve always been driven towards acquiring responsibilities and authority. *sigh* But to be honest, one in a very very blue moon, yours truly can’t help but what the heck am I doing?
I think I’m a bit down or rather I had been or was for the past few days. Typically, it’s always when I’m over it that I can mention it to anyone else. In case you’re wondering, blogging counts as telling someone since I know a few friends who keep up with my crap. *grimace*
I think the constant badgering by yours truly’s mom on low pay is getting to me. Even though her badgering isn’t serious but she does bring it up every now and then. Feels like mental pressure. Imagine a hole and over a long period of time, someone throws a tiny bit of soil into it. Eventually it will fill up and overflow. *sulk*. Of course, there is still the stupid *R2005 that I have to take on. The full year events. *groan* The “I must attend everything and be sporting” feel. *groan more*. Did I mention that I skipped the office CNY buffet on Friday and the CEO just had to ask where I was? *roll eyes* Sometimes, it feels like yours truly is living in a fishbowl.
I am just in the mood to be hermit-ish and camp at home. Do nothing. Take leave. Be irresponsible and bratty. *sigh*
I know. I’m go back to the *mature ambitious cold hearted adult that I am tomorrow. But for today, I just wanna sulk.
Humor me.
Join me.
