Desperate NSF's?

I have been doing some serious thinking (serious thinking denotes high intellectual stimulation inherited from my mum’s genes and a bit of’ creative’ ‘out of the world’ ‘are you kidding’ half ‘normal’ genes from my Dad’s pool…) and came up with a list of possible career options if law doesn’t work out:

1) A s** columnist, something like Carrie Bradshaw in S** and the City except that it would be an all Guys thing written by a hot blooded suave and charming sensitive new age guy. (*In case you are wondering, this guy is still available … please do fill in an application form, your form would be processed within 3 working days…*)

My main area of thesis would be on the subject ‘Why woman whine excessively in bed?’ Not that I have any experience or sorts, by the way I am keeping ‘my peach’ for marriage (is that what youngsters call this nowadays? Beats me but peach sounds delicious) but I always picture Singaporean woman as being very whiny doing nothing but complaining about everything, so woes to the Singaporean Men and I would tackle and list steps to allow the Singaporean Men to tackle their partners and ‘tame them’ in the bedroom and let them know who is in charge.

I hope that I am not going to get flaked for saying this, but so far the Singaporean Women have been very receptive and warm to my objective and fair comments.

2) A professional beggar. I know this sounds really ridiculous but I did my calculations and I am quite confident to say if my business network and strategies do work out, I am looking at an average of a 5 figure sum monthly which would make me officially Singapore’s Richest Beggar. Not something to be really proud of, but who cares? With my extensive knowledge of languages (Chinese, Mandarin, Pu Tong Hua, Hua Yu and English), I would do just fine.

3) A househusband. Househusbands should probably band together and have a desperate househusband’s sort of thing going on. We could probably take care of the kids, than hang out and play soccer or computer games in the afternoon when the kids are out, checking out the hot new neighbour whose wardrobe consists of absolutely nothing putting Pammie Anderson to shame, order takeaways for dinner, help clean the house with the assistance of a highly qualified Indonesian maid and do household shopping in my brand new FTO-Sports Series. Oh man, I sound like a ‘kept’ man… reverse thinking…reverse thinking…

This blog is a pretty pointless entry and I am just trying to humour myself with all these ridiculous ideas. But on a more serious note, my life destination is in the Lord’s hand and wherever he leads me, I will go.

So honestly, I am not worried even if things don’t go on as planned, Life will get very boring if everything runs so smoothly.

It’s only by experiencing the ups and downs of life would we actually become more wise and mature, I am suddenly reminded of a popular Christian song ‘ The Potters Hands’. We are like the clay and the Lord is our potter, he would mould and shape us accordingly to his will for our lives.

A life without troubles is indeed a very boring life…