I'm scared. I think I'm getting to the stage where I have to wear something new each time I go out. That's not healthy. My wardrobe is filled with things I have only worn once and I think it's hanging on by a single screw on the hinge.
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I got home from work at 10.30pm. That's not life. Think about it. You wake up in the morning, spend 30 minutes getting reading for work. The trip to office takes 1 hour. You settle down and work for the next 3 hours. You head for lunch that has to be completed within the hour. You come back to office and work at least for the next 5 hours. You take 1 hour to travel back home. You shower in 30 minutes and have your dinner with another 30. That's 12 hours and 30 minutes. If you want to have your 8 hour beauty sleep, you're only left with 3 hours and 30 minutes of free time. No wonder you compromise on your sleep. What a life.
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As it was late and I wanted to be home asap, I took a cab. Cabbie started telling me about his life. I listened with semi-interest. Then he spoke about his kids and divorced wife. I wasn't that interested but okaaaay. He went on to elaborate the kind of woman he wants in his life now. "Tall like you, your kind of look..." Wait a minute! Was that a proposition I'm hearing? Ermm... You're 52?!?! Like my dad's era? You know what he ended the conversation with?
"我很会玩老婆的。" (I know how to play my wife very well.)
