so there's this chick right, and let's say her name is tutu. tutu takes regular peeks into the life (and lust) of a babe in toyland's blog (which she highly recommends to anyone but must have open mind), and almost everytime she reads a new entry, she thinks: damn... i coulda been her.

except for a few things of course...

1) tutu's damn scared of germs and requires a notarised certificate of STD-free health status (which really wrecks the type of spontaneity required for the lifestyle),
2) tutu's damn shy to talk about sex,
3) tutu wanted to be a tai tai. first.

tutu played hard during her college days, which naturally meant that she had to work hard after she got out. when she wasn't working, she would drink beer, meet strange people and watch stupid chick movies.

and then one day, something absolutely unexpected and magical happened to her. just like in the movies, she thought.

La Diablo Domestica came to her in a dream. He dangled the carrot of eternal taitaidom in front of her and she was like... waaaaaaah. really ah? REALLY, he answer back. so she happily traded in job, beer, singapore, and strange people for taitai life. and as early-bird bonus, she gets to keep her chick flicks.

so now she can watch chick flickathon while ironing, cleaning, doing laundry, walking dog, putting dishes into dishwasher (damn hard work), vacuuming carpet, trimming hedges, planting new grass, watering flowers and driving her dear husband mad. next time i see DD, i'm gonna kick him so hard in the balls he'll choke on them.