Musings
I spent the whole week roaming around, thinking what I wanna do in the next few years of my life. I supposed you can call it quarter life crisis. My bond is ending next year and much as i like teaching, I seriously do not want to continue.
As I stroll along Haji Lane, I remembered the happy carefree times I had at pluck. A part of me wants to fulfill my dream of opening a book cafe, much like those I've seen in Taiwan or Books Actually... (Singapore). Travelling and working in different parts of the world still is extremely attractive but I guess the most part of me wants to settle down. Most of my peers are still studying or just started working. Nobody is really thinking about settling down. That includes my boyfriend. Frankly, I think the words settle down might just scare him off his pants and he would never think of settling down before the age of 30.
I have always wanted a home of my own. A family. A loving husband who dotes on me, cooks for me, puts up with 1001 nonsense I create, laughs at my endless not-funny jokes, listens to my whining and nonstop chattering. A crazy fun loving but loyal dog. A kid or two. I guess I've always known that I've wanted kids. Maybe not a bunch of them, maybe just one. One that I can devoted all my attention to. God knows how many cow cookies i've chanced upon in school. True, the daily headaches I have in school are enough to put me on a standstill on my tracks but deep down I know eventually I've have one that I call my own.
The old one killed the dream for a long while but hey, it has been more than a year. The dream slowly comes back to knock on my door. Fuck it, I have no idea why I am turning so emo. Or maybe I do.
26. Will you be able to fulfill that dream for me?
As I stroll along Haji Lane, I remembered the happy carefree times I had at pluck. A part of me wants to fulfill my dream of opening a book cafe, much like those I've seen in Taiwan or Books Actually... (Singapore). Travelling and working in different parts of the world still is extremely attractive but I guess the most part of me wants to settle down. Most of my peers are still studying or just started working. Nobody is really thinking about settling down. That includes my boyfriend. Frankly, I think the words settle down might just scare him off his pants and he would never think of settling down before the age of 30.
I have always wanted a home of my own. A family. A loving husband who dotes on me, cooks for me, puts up with 1001 nonsense I create, laughs at my endless not-funny jokes, listens to my whining and nonstop chattering. A crazy fun loving but loyal dog. A kid or two. I guess I've always known that I've wanted kids. Maybe not a bunch of them, maybe just one. One that I can devoted all my attention to. God knows how many cow cookies i've chanced upon in school. True, the daily headaches I have in school are enough to put me on a standstill on my tracks but deep down I know eventually I've have one that I call my own.
The old one killed the dream for a long while but hey, it has been more than a year. The dream slowly comes back to knock on my door. Fuck it, I have no idea why I am turning so emo. Or maybe I do.
26. Will you be able to fulfill that dream for me?