benevolent to a fault

its friday. jumaat. viernes.
*the angels sing my song*
i finally understand the term "thank god its friday" due to my pathetic lack of work experience before this job.
i actually got up...happy :) *satisfied sigh & smile* its nice to know that ive still got the ability to feel happiness okayylaaa...im exaggerating, the job isn't bad...i just prefer to be free of responsibilities and obligations and this ache in my temples from staring at the computer

i was talking to him yesterday and i actually toyed with the idea of being a wife.
like a proper one okay, and yes, i have some idea of what a proper wife is.
like the one that stays at home and takes care of the children and keeps the house clean and cooks and has dedicated her life to her family.
i mean, it sounds like a pretty sweet gig. *disregarding the fact that you have no purpose in life other than to serve others. if you can push that nauseating thought away, then being a wife is your calling my friend*

Budden, being the perfect wife isn't me
1. I'm selfish
2. I hate children, let alone volunteer to actually pro-create is against everything i stand for
3. I can't cook
4. I believe in equality. If he has all his limbs and half a brain, he can do his own laundry
5. I can make my own money thank you sir. Being pushed into a job ie 'the perfect wife' getting paid through 'the satisfaction of having a g-reat family' is hardly amusing.

I mean, no offense to all housewives out there la. Go ahead and serve your family. To each his/her own. I mean, who knows, at 30 I could be in a hospital bed, in labour screaming to the gods to come and save me....*shrudders*...and if that happens, you can been damn sure that i would've sat down for about a year before coming up with a sound, thorough and educated reason to put myself in that position.

It's officially the weekend in about 8 hours.
hello massages, red wine and a sleep by the pool

xL