hints

too much small talk on "marriage" dropped by Mama today. too much for comfort, and this coming from a Mom who never ever pressures a single bit on these things. EVER. maybe it's the holidays and the V-day and the overload on rom-coms we had.

i know i'm turning 24. but isn't that when the world is only beginning to be your oyster, live the dream, independence.. yada yada comes hitting you on the head. why marriage, so soon?

not that i'm against it. just, the right guy isn't exactly knocking on the door and i can't seem to find a decent door to knock either.

so, i know it's still no pressure. but maybe the hints Ma gave are more like for "go get yourself a sweet boy and bring him back home, girly. lets get to know him."

bleurgh~ it's easier said than done. half the world's population are turning gay suddenly and the ones with backbones are too busy to play the field or look for the girl next door. oh plus, plus..a friend said to me "If I were a guy, I'd be scared to try you too. too much to live up to."

SERIOUSLY??!!!! what's too much? see people just say things. but they never explain. how's a girl to know.

DOT.

half empty

I clearly remember being grossly disgusted a few years back by the idea of a lawyer-spouse burning the midnight oil finishing up drafts, research, submissions with hands and knees deep in ink (read: Microsoft Word) whilst the other half slept alone on a half empty bed.

and i thought, never would this happen to me.

save for the fact that i'm not a qualified lawyer YET (weeks to go!! weeks!!), and i still sleep on a SINGLE's bed..

the hands and knees deep in Microsoft Word part, i definitely can relate.

it's 12 freakin' 15 in the morning, and this research is going nowhere. no man's land! i've been at it for 5 hours. all i have are patches of clumped up words. words that don't make much sense at this moment.

how do i save this child, pronto??!

it's a pity i believe more in COMMON SENSE than the LAW. because that's just not how lawyers earn money and definitely not how judges come to their decisions. SHUCKS!

a lawyer's motto: with tired eyes, tired minds, we light the candle..yet again.

back to the hood

i miss childhood.

the days when grandma & gradpa used to tie blankets across the bed to make us a fort. then we would hide in it and tell each other stories; ghost stories, the family tree, funny jokes, and the games we played.. oh, the games :)

the days when I got in trouble for being naughty, and all i had to do was hide under the covers suck my thumb and wake up the next day with a smile and slight amnesia of what happened the night before.

the days when all I had to worry about was, whether the sunny skies were going to hold up for us to play in the evening.

something is wrong. a kid wants to be a grown up so fast. when we're there it's like a trap. so we create more kids to relive our childhood through them. we build them their mattress fort. we bring them camping. we watch them play.

but in truth, we're the ones who need to come out and play.

i want to come out and play.