Working in a company where 95% of its workforce is made up of women is not fun and not funny. It’s like getting into a relationship with each and everyone of them when most of them are already attached or married.
(Don’t tell me that there are attached girls who fuck around. What are the chances of that? The odds of hitting on a Victoria Secret fan out of the Orchard crowd are even higher.)
But amidst all the low cuts and short skirts, I’ve made a couple of good friends. So, we’ll see how it goes.
Anyway, last year, after being inspired by The Bucket List, Yes Man and the Apple Computer slogan, I decided that I should engage in a new activity once in a while.
I’ve taken up diving, gone on a solo trip to Vietnam, quitted my 4-year job (not the current one), got drunk in one of the Fullerton Suites, became a groomsman, participated in marathons, jogged in the vicinity of the Institute of Mental Health, ambushed a Peeping Tom.
Skydiving? Gate-crash a party?
Bed a MILF?