I haven't been blogging much as I've been too busy updating myself by reading other people's blogs. And by reading all these blogs, it's made me NOT wanna blog much anymore. It's so un-inspiring to realise that my life isn't a tad bit interesting at all.
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I mean, I don't get invited to events and launches of anything anymore like I used to, so I don't get to meet important or beautiful people anymore, or rub shoulders with the whos and whats while sipping on wine.
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No more dressing up and looking all ready to party because this mama ain't partying no more. No more clubs, or JD parties, or Mambo Jumbos, or whatever.
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I'm not a glamorous celebrity so I don't get stalked by psychotic looneybins. I'm not a famous blogger so I don't get other jealous bloggers giving me bad publicity. I'm not paid to do advertorials although advertisers do advertise on my site (thank you!!!).
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No. In fact, I'm just a half-crazed mother-slash-wife who's main reason in life is to scream at her one-oil cysted-eye daughter NOT to play with the dirty pink house slippers, who cracks her brain juice deciding what to cook for dinner (which doesn't happen very often anymore if you realise the lack of recipe blogs), who gets herself and daughter locked up inside a show house for more than half an hour, who's one excitement in life is the pasar malam on Saturday nights.
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AnnUma asked me, "So are you guys going away on a holiday anytime soon?"
And I replied, "You know the roadshow SK has to go on for work? Yeah, I'm following him".
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That's me. And the life I've become.
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Not the least bit interesting.
