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It was supposed to be fun – 3 days in Hanoi, away from work, affordable shopping, enjoying the nice hotel and the facilities. Instead, I have to develop pneumonia (don’t ask me how it happened), spent most of Saturday afternoon puking my guts out and feeling like my head was going to burst, and then having to be admitted overnight at an International SOS clinic, being hydrated on drips, having my blood taken, getting medication, an uncomfortable bed, and a huge bill to boot. They were extremely professional (and the doctor was extremely easy on the eye ;p Hey I wasn’t THAT sick not to notice…) Right now, still battling fever, a headache, coughing as though my chest would explode…You get the idea. And of course, the one time I don’t buy travel insurance, this has to happen.
All I can say is, bleah…!
I thought I was being a “radical”, going against the “laws of nature”, by proclaiming loudly that I do not want to be a mother, cannot see myself as being a mother and so forth. Disclaimer: that is how I feel NOW – I may change my mind 5-10 years from now. Who knows? But right now, can’t see myself as a mother – which quite horrifies X.
So just as I was thinking that other women my age are looking at me in horror (and some, in sympathy) I had lunch on Friday with a gal pal that has exactly the same thought as me. It was quite surprising, seeing as she is a devout Christian, for her to say that. OK, maybe I am stereotyping, saying that deeply devout people usually think of marriage automatically with the thought of kids. She however, sees herself getting married but not necessarily having kids; to me, I am of the firm belief that you only get married if you want to have kids. Because to me, you can do anything you want within a relationship – except have kids.
My friend asked me, but don’t you want the security? She says that if the man is unfaithful, at least you have the marriage and divorce to hold against him. I don’t think marriage should be about that; besides, if a guy was unfaithful, there is no way I would take him back – it’s the end. There is no forgiveness, so marriage or no marriage, the guy is finished – over and done with; next candidate please! =Þ Much easier to move on in a relationship if marriage is not involved.
Even my own mother acknowledges I don’t like kids. I remember once I was at lunch with a friend of mine in KL, and there were kids all around us. I think I had a barely disguised grimace on my face. 
This gal pal of mine has wanted a baby as long as I could remember, and we were in hostel together 10 years ago. The funny thing is that she can see herself having a baby, but not the husband that goes along with it. I told her that that would be a rather big bombshell to drop on her conservative parents if she went ahead and did that. Anyway, when I told her that X sees himself having kids with me, she nearly died laughing, because she said she cannot picture me as a mother. And strangely (or not, as the case may be) I wasn’t insulted. :Þ
There was a farewell party at the office yesterday, for one of the longest-serving (is there such a term? But I think you get what I mean…) colleagues. We of course organised a dinner kind of thing, with all sorts of eats. There was a festive kind of air to it. I don ‘t work closely with this particular lady, but she is a good woman. I didn’t know what to get her, ended up getting her flowers. Safe but boring, but what else could I do?
After the eating bit wound down and people started leaving, there was a “performance” by one of the LAs, who has a wonderful voice. We cleaned up – and we decided to turn up the music, and hooked up a laptop to amplifiers. Turned into a mini-retro thing – we turned down the lights, and the few of us left brought out champagne, started dancing and smoking… The whole place smelt like a club. Happening, siah… 
Our despatch rider hung around us, and being the ladies man, got all excited when we started dancing, and decided he wanted to join in, to which all of us girls almost had to beat him off with a stick Table top dancing didn’t happen though, even though we got all prepared for it, pulling down the blinds and stuff.
One of the girls mentioned that we ought to go for karaoke, so the 6 of us ended up at a karaoke lounge, including the guest of honour. We spent the next 2-3 hours singing, at times getting really silly. Mr. JP (our office manager) paid for all us (which I feel really bad for), which was extremely nice of him .
What a night. And yes it was good, when you come back from an office “function” with your clothes smelling smoky, but with a grin on your face.
