I've been quite fascinated with the idea of blogging for awhile now. I just wasn't quite sure what to say.
And then tonight, I came home from a hard months of work.
Not even 1/2 an hour into my evening of relaxation and down-time, does my mother come up to me and ask me - "So, are you going to marry him? If you aren't going to marry him, what are you doing with him for so long? Why don't you want to marry him? You're not getting any younger you know..." and so on and so forth.
And so probably in pure frustration and confusion, my blog is born.
Dear world, What's up with this marriage thing? Why do women (especially Asian women) come with a use-by date of 29 years of age give or take a wrinkle or two.
I'm 25 years old this year. I've done the calculations. My friends are starting to remind me. I have two years to find the man of my dreams.
One year to go out with him and make sure he is in actual fact 'the man of my dreams'. And another lee-way year just in case I want to bail. Or he does.
Ofcourse if that happens i'm pretty much screwed. I'll be defined as 'put-on-the-shelf,' 'old maid,' 'lesbian' and God-forbid- the worst of the lot 'Aun-ty.'
So, here marks my quest to find 'The Man'. I know it's trivial. What about world peace, what about famine, what about poverty, you ask? Sure all those matter. But I guess what fun would solving the worlds problems be if we didn't have someone to share them with.
Okay that's the corniest thing I'm ever going to say. Promise.
