This man is 47 years old, just 3 youngers than my dad, and yet I find him inexcusably, irresistably attractive.
Just look at his eyes! How can anyone say he's not the sexiest man alive?
Everything about him - his flopsie hairdo, his thin, kissable lips, his sad, puppy eyes that make you want to run up to him, give him big hug and pledge your eternal devotion, his pure wit and intelligence, his very English accent...EVERYTHING!
And you know, those lines on his foreheads and his crow's feet? Just makes him even sexier.
I have this thing for older men :p
Admittedly, I have no life.
Sometimes, I get reminded that I live in a highly protected world. My life, as well as everyone surrounding me, lead clean, almost pristine lives. All of us went to good primary schools, got reasonable (or even excellent) scores and went to top secondary schools. We progressed from there, worked hard like our parents and our minds told us too, and made it to top junior colleges. From there, we made the most of our time, found valuable friends, joined all sorts of healthy activities like Students' Council or choir, did things that would only add to our portfolio. At the end of everything, we got our As and we're moving on to universities. The only difficulty is just which university. Harvard? Yale? or Oxford? PSC or SPH? Should I stay in NUS and move on to grad school?
To be honest, when I look back at my spotless, almost shining track record, I feel a sudden pang of claustrophobia. Do I want to be someone who, at my deathbed, remember life as just like that? Am I so afraid of making the wrong decisions now that I've turned into one of the clones whose sole purpose is to churn money for the economy?
Do we realise that there are people out there who don't lead the lives that we do? People our age who drop out of school and do all sorts of funny things, rather than study and "reach for their potential".
It's odd, because I like to read about them. They lead lives that are so different, I can never believe we belong to the same era, or even the same space.
They say funny people are actually really solemn and depressed inside. From the looks of it, I'm turning into one of them.
To be honest, when I look back at my spotless, almost shining track record, I feel a sudden pang of claustrophobia. Do I want to be someone who, at my deathbed, remember life as just like that? Am I so afraid of making the wrong decisions now that I've turned into one of the clones whose sole purpose is to churn money for the economy?
Do we realise that there are people out there who don't lead the lives that we do? People our age who drop out of school and do all sorts of funny things, rather than study and "reach for their potential".
It's odd, because I like to read about them. They lead lives that are so different, I can never believe we belong to the same era, or even the same space.
They say funny people are actually really solemn and depressed inside. From the looks of it, I'm turning into one of them.
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