Where do I begin? I could start with a corny introduction of myself or just jump in the middle of some kind of lame subject, but I’m not in the mood for any of the two. You see, I have more important issues to think about. I am not talking about the Middle East conflict (which is getting a bit boring by now), the latest earthquake, or about any other place where people are dying (because that is one of few general facts in the world: people áre dying). No, it’s not that. The world is passing me by because of just one simple thing: I have just arrived in Singapore and I’m totally lost. I am twenty-something and my life is booming. Well, it should be, but no, that’s not how I am experiencing it.
It all started when I was still an innocent university student. I was enjoying my night out with my friends, but then I saw him. This guy who totally blew me of my feet. Six feet tall, beautiful eyes, wild sexy hair, a gorgeous but and terribly drunk. Him, with who I fell in love with immediately and who I married before I could blink my eyes. It was like a dream.
But then I woke up, and all of the sudden I am living in tropical Singapore, far away from my family and friends. Married. I thought it all would be fantastic, but I can’t feel that right now. I am trapped in this weird generational and ethnical clash: I don’t fit in the student atmosphere, but I don’t see myself having a social network consisting of mothers (who seem constantly pregnant) either.
But still, I have hope. In the meantime, I am building on a long-term, efficient relationship with my netbook in my big new house. My days are filled with the giant task to stop talking to myself and start writing more, hoping I can find media who want to publish my work. While that should keeps me busy all day, I am also doing my very best not to become pregnant because I do appreciate to have a life of my own. Only because I don’t have one, it doesn’t mean I don’t want one.