life crisis

Ok, I admit it! I am getting more and more of the turing OLD syndrome. It translate to self pitying, giving myself pity parties more often and yearning to achieve much much more in this period of time. It does not help when I start a Frends Ang Pow Fund, starts to push strollers, help to make milk for infants and carrying a bag carrying babies stuff. To set the record straight, I am not having a baby or pop a baby out of nowhere. I am just helping a friend. Our vocab turns from Oxford to Goo-Gaa-Gaa. It is disturbing.

Reaching mid-twenties is deterimental to my mental health. I am so not prepared for this. I cant communicate in my in-born language. All babies look the same- I cant tell the gender apart, I cant say they have the dad's eyes or the mum's mouth. People are telling me their problems of communicating with their in-laws, their hubby are not cleaning up after them, needing to go home earlier as now they have families. Ohh I know exactly HOW Bridget Jones felt!!!