It is dark. Outside, water falls in sheets, whipped by the maddening storm. The wind blows through the air vents, wailing like a banshee. You bundle yourself tighter and watch the the world blurred by rain, as you sip a hot mug of almond drink.
Suddenly, your handphone rings. You pick it up and a voice-recorded message comes on:
"You have been called up for National Service.
Please call 1800-eMindef if this is not for you.
Thank you."
And then you thank the gods you are not a boy.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Why I am glad I am not a guy
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Cough, cough.. think u can cough check your gmail, pse?
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