I've been getting complains that I don't update regularly enough. But do people actually read this thing????? Haha, good luck to you who does. Because (and yes, I now know it's actually okay to start a sentence with because, thank you very much) what is actually published here is almost utter rubbish, balderdash.
Mum's the word
My mother thinks the solution to every one of my problems is to get married. I see that through the many not-so-subtle hints she's given me ever since I've entered a co-ed school.
"Jean, wear a skirt! You don't want to get married ah?"
(On moving into my new room)
"Jean, why don't you buy a queen size bed? Don't want to get married?"
"Jean, can you please comb your hair? Do you want to get married?"
(obviously there are many assumptions teeming in the above statements, but I can't be bothered to explain them to you, smart reader.)
I think my mum skips a logical step in her thought process. In order to get married, I will have to get a boyfriend. Unless, of course, she intends very much to matchmake me to the ex-tuition teacher's son.(who used to come to my house and repeatedly 'boo' my dad's fishes. Drove dad up the wall, really)
What's this deal about marriage? Why doesn't she use all this against my younger brother to get him to do his homework? Or -gasp- is she secretly a reverse chauvinist, believing that the sole purpose of my life is to get married?
If you ask me, I'm content being without another half. And at this age, even though you may tout me a freak (and some already have), I'm starting to enjoy the notion of the gift of celibacy.
Lest I overly-indulge my take on these things, let's get back to my mum.
Haha, she really makes me feel a decade older than I really am. Just the other day, back from her aqua-aerobics lessons, she exclaimed enthusiastically, "I don't feel 50, really! Guess what? I'm going canoeing again on tuesday!" I almost died.
I barely have energy to get off my butt and take a brisk walk around the neighbourhood and here's my mum telling me she's going canoeing with her cronies. I marvel at her energy, but I realized that about 20 years ago my mum was a different person. A workaholic accountant that straddled work-life with her 3 mini kids. She's come a long way, I'm glad she's enjoying her time now.
I just hope she'll lighten up with the marriage bit and trust her daughter to be in control.
And also, stop buying me skirts.