Mrs Boo - 30 Lifer Crisis

Hmm, this is my third post today - this blogging thing is really quite addictive. So the gazillion dollar question: Who is Mrs Boo? Read on:

Name: Mrs Boo

Age: Harlow? Have you been reading my tagline?

Residence: Southeast Asia’s Little Red Dot - Singapore

Sex: The last I checked, still female

Marital Status: Blissfully married

Ethnicity: Hua Mulan - Chinese lah

Faith: Amen

Brats: Awaiting for God’s blessings!

Colouring: Original black hair (now indeterminate reddish brown), hazel eyes, yellow skin

Height: Short

Weight: Never ideal

Hobbies: Bitching, bitching and more bitching. When I am not bitching?? Reading books, watching movies, singing in the shower, shopping, salivating over men….and maybe, just maybe, blogging

Hates: The list goes on: Some top hates - people who don’t flush toilets properly, anal farts, political tarts, arrogant assholes, blah, blah

Why Mrs Boo? : a term of endearment from Mr Boo - sounds cute I suppose!

Who is Mr Boo? not the best looking (quite far from the mark actually), not the most ambitious and aggressive (also very far), not the richest (no way), but the sweetest, sweetest husband one can ever hope to have. Mr Boo, I love you!!

I suppose I am just a bit too ambitious, having just started writing this blog a few days ago. BUT IS ANYONE READING THIS YET?!?!?!?! If yes, please respond!! If you somehow happen to stumble onto my blog, please respond (Except YOU, HUBBY MINE).

Currently I am too shy to tell my friends about this blog, but I suppose sooner or later (sooner rather than later actually), I have to “come out” to the whole world. Blogging seems quite similar to stripping yourself naked in public - IT shows the raw you - bad grammer, swear words and everything (sigh - how many times have I re-edited my posts - duh).

To think that I have never kept to writing the traditional diary - in my kiddie days - how many times have I started writing, and from faithfully logging my entries on a daily basis at the start, to writing once every half yearly to … Nothing. So pathetic. And yet here I am - short of time, needing my sleep badly (normal people DO go to work) but singularly obsessed, eager to flash my warts to the whole world. Oh well, let’s see how long this fervour will last.

Perhaps this blogging thing is statisfying the “I want to be a writer” craving in me, if I can’t write novels, then BY GOLLY, I can spare a few minutes each day to write myself a BLOG!!

Anyway, I am straying further and further away from my initial point, which is - is anyone in the WHOLE bloody WORLD bloody WIDE WEB listening? ET, phone home - NOW!

Brad oh Brad - why did you waste 4 (or is it 5?) years staying married to Jennifer Aniston?? You and Angelina are a match MADE IN HEAVEN. Much as I love you, or rather because I love you - I wish you both well. You were meant to be, and I trust your sex life will be as great as what I have seen onscreen (10 times a week?? - MEOW). Someone, get me my husband, please!!! (pant, pant).

And Angelina, why did you bother with those really ugly husbands of yours before? Especially that psychotic Billy Bob - with such God gifted looks, you were meant for Brad and no one else. You remind me of a close friend, who used to go out with guys who look like mass murderers and end up really regretting her choices. Maybe now you will stop fighting against fate and end up happily with Brad, and together with Maddox (and that Baby you are rumoured to be carrying) will make one happy family.

Umm - the movie??? Oh right - well WHO CARES? Hey if you want a proper review - go read the New York Times or something!

P.S. To the older, and sexually incompetent folks - this is better than Viagra.

Rating: 10/5 (incinerating!!) Boos for Chemistry, 3/5 for plot

I am quitting! I am quitting! I am getting out of my dreary job!!! I am going to become a ravenous capitalist, and not the downtrodden worker! I just received the call from the shopping mall that my tender for shop space to set up my watch shop business has been successful. How is that!!

Now I can be my own boss at 30! And I can tell that stick in the mud, assholic British boss of mine to go and stick his whatever up in the place where the sun doesn’t shine… this colonial mentality HAS GOT to go - such a pain, thinking that the pathetic salary and benefits that’s been given to me will make me a loyal lapdog for eternity - NOT!!!!

So now I am on my way to fulfilling my prophecy of becoming a hotel magnate - ok, reality check - becoming a retail watch shop owner is still a darn long way from that but hey, at least I have taken the first step! When I become a millionaire, or gazillionaire, then I will make sure I bury my ex-bosses (including the current one, and the nasty old one - more on that in another post) with MONEY! (no, no I am NOT going to give them the money - you think I’m nuts? I am just going to suffocate them with it…)

There are still two weeks to go till I tender my resignation, so time to plot and scheme on exiting with a BIG BANG. It has been a long 5 freaking years in this freaking company which thinks that it is a global multinational corporation when it is not!

Oops, gotta go back to work now - still 47 minutes to go before knock off time - see I’ve got to “exit” like the white collar professional that I am pretending to be (really it IS a pain keeping up this pretense).

I guess the theme of this blog says something about me - yes I LOVE DOGS, in fact most small animals - cats, hamsters, BUT NOT BIRDS..Anyways -

Why did I create this blog? Curiousity I suppose. It is the “in” thing now and everyone is doing it. Come on - just because I am 30 doesn’t mean I cannot be young and hip and technically savvy (ahem). But I have gotta have a headline right? So, what do I write that hundreds of thousands haven’t?? Being bored, bold and beautiful (Aye to the first two, and hmmm for the last - I am working with my plastic surgeon ok!!). But this is to entertain myself anyway right? What are the chances of people coming in and reading my ordinary life story? Unless of course I take naked pictures of myself, claim to sleep with Brad Pitt, found a new hippie religion, yadda, yadda, yadda…

So the conclusion?? This blog is just about plain old me - so that I can have some records about my still youthful life before it’s flushed down the toilet and I end up some anonymous corpse awaiting cremetion, and having left nothing worthwhile behind (Yes ladies and gentlemen, I come from a country where cremation is a must - so take a guess about my origins - you’ve got 200 tries…)

So, who is Mrs Boo? I just turned 30 not too long ago (well, to be precise I am 30 and a HALF) - I am married, no kids, have a white collar job and have been leading a nice uneventful but fairly satisfactory life (but on the threshold of something great - I can FEEL it). For years now, I have been thinking that there must be something more to LIFE. I used to be very ambitious, or rather, when I was younger I used to be a real “head in the clouds” dreamer - I wanted to be a writer (wrote tons of kiddie stories), a singer (I have a great voice believe it or not!), a hotelier (building a chain of specialty hotels across the world). Nothing came to pass - I am currently writing tons of rubbish proposals for my company as a Business Development Manager (the saddest kind of writer around), I sing in my free time in the bathroom entertaining neighbours (hopefully), and I occasionally dream of being a hotel magnate.

I think its about as concise an introduction I can give for the time being (gimme a break I just knock off from work). Gotta to press that “publish” button and see how my first ever blog turns out!!!