Perfect World

Wherever I go, the world seems to scream at my face how I should've lived my life.

In a perfect world, I'm that mother of 4 children I saw at Asian Civilizations Museum in Singapore, who patiently explained every bits and pieces being displayed to her geeky children in a Friday afternoon.

In a perfect world, he would make good use of his gold Durex with me. And while doing that - were we that lucky being filmed by the ghost of Hitchcock - the camera would roll to shoot one door being opened after another, just like a scene in Spellbound.

But I was just that girl holding back the tears while looking at the mother of 4 walking around the entire museum. The same silent tears I held when reading a certain text: "Btw, made good use of my gold Durex last night."