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31 July, 2007

Liberate or Incarcerate?


look, i'm sorry ok? i got entangled in this new phenomenon called facebook and between all the personal e-mails, facebooking, surfing the intermanet etc at work i haven't had time to blog... truth be told, life has been a bit uneventful of late. picture this; we're in the dead of winter, it's windy, cold, rainy, dark when you get up and dark when you come home and you are only left with the faintest memory of sitting under a coconut tree sipping bintang. we have the most annoying winters here, they're not pretty white winters like europe or blue skied Qld winters, they are just grey and yukky. winter also means one thing; drinking season (aka rugby season). which, in a nut shell, means that i am left on my jack jones every saturday night. i do believe there is one more game and then the souvlaki-and-beer-breath-pour-yourself-through-the-door weekly ritual is over for another year.

i had a bit of an epiphany the other morning while tucking in the corners of our bed. why do i have to do this? why is it assumed that i make the bed? was there a rules book that i read and it stated that i have to do this? how come i can't sleep in, get up, fart, make myself a cup of tea, burp and surf the internet for half an hour?

i mean, this was a typical scenario for us last week;

finish a long day at work, pick up a 6 pack of beer for ferret, get home and make ferret's lunch, take garbage out, pick up ferret from train station, cook dinner for ferret, load dishwasher and finally get to sit down at 8pm.

to make it clear, i don't blame ferret, i mean if i had someone waiting on me hand and foot i probably wouldn't complain either. but what i would like to know is, how did this come about? if i'm doing all this aren't i supposed to be unemployed? a 'house wife'? is this what all the bra burning was about? so, thanks to a bunch of radical feminists, we not only have to be a 'house wife' we also now have to work full-time? i'm confused. one thing i know for sure is that if there is such a thing as reincarnation, i wanna come back as a bloke.

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