Shall I roll my eyes or just sigh...

If read out loud, that sounds like a country-western song...

I'm not blogging as much as I used to. I could blame my workload, but other people work too and they're not abandoning their blogs... I could blame the fact that I just got married... but then again, married people are actively blogging... I could blame my Muse being absent, but that's simply not true... she's ALWAYS around... I'd be happily doing my own thing when suddenly, something happens and I go "Oooh. Wish I could blog about this!"

I guess I just don't have as much time as I used to.
Thus, I shall now resort to the time-saving tactic of "Blogs-within-a-Blog"

And the theme for today is 'Sometimes Silence is the Safest Bet'.

MY TUMMY IS MY BUSINESS
Dedicated to all well-meaning kepohchi women out there....

"Are you pregnant yet? Why aren't you pregnant yet? When are you planning to get yourself pregnant hah? hah?"
(Insert wide-open eyes OR Disapproving tsk-tsk-tsk sound OR Smugly raised eyebrow OR (my personal favourite) Hand on MY TUMMY).

Yo lady.

I just got married 3 months ago.
My husband and I have not even had time to go on our honeymoon.
My husband and I have only started our respective careers a year ago.
My husband and I are NOT PLANNING to have a child any time soon.

Why?

Well, it's reallly none of your business but since you keep on insisting that we explain ourselves to you, let me just say that the last thing we want to do is to have a baby without the necessary preparations JUST TO PLEASE YOU.

In fact, we KNOW we won't be able to please you because next, you'll ask us "Why haven't you got a 2nd child to keep your firstborn company? Nanti dia lonely... Nanti dia jadi manja..."

So please, despite your (questionable) well-meaning intentions, STOP bugging us about it.

Having a baby is a result of having sex. Everytime you ask me about whether or not I'm having baby, I shall assume that you're nosy about my sex life and I'm SURE you don't want me assuming that.
So please, quit it.

And WHY do you assume that you have the right to put your hand on my perut? I just don't get it.
*sigh*

YOUR FOOT DOESN'T TASTE THAT GOOD NOW, DOES IT?

A person, lets call her 'Yani', asks for a ride from the office to the LRT station. Of course, I say yes and off we go walking towards the car park.

Yani & I don't know each other very well, having just met a couple of times on a purely professional basis... so while we walk, we make small talk.
The conversation turns to cars (yes, women DO talk about cars too...)

"Yani: I seriously can't tell the difference between a MyVi and a Savvy!

Me:Well, they're both cute, I suppose.

Yani: Tu laa! I was thinking of getting one for my daughter, for her graduation. But local cars are such bad investments la.

Me:Cars, in general, are bad investments.

Yani: Yup. But LOCAL cars really suck. Quality tak elok, kalau bawak pegi US, mesti kena ban! Like the Kancil, it's such a death-trap!

Me: M-hmmm (fumbling in my bag for my car keys)

Yani: Dah la tak selamat, the designs for local cars are so teruk! Tengok the gaudy colors on the Gen-2! Bright BLUE and ORANGE! And the Kenari pulak... yaaa RABBI, macam kereta bawak keranda je!"

"BEEP!BEEP!"

I open the doors to my kereta keranda, and send the embarassed mayat to the LRT station.

*roll-eyes*