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Single Sumiko Tan thinks 8 years old boy HANDSOME

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Feeling half a woman
Am I less of a woman because I am not a mother and a wife? I sometimes feel that way
By Sumiko Tan


I always feel a bit awkward when I bump into friends with their children in tow. I don't quite know how to behave with the kids. I tend to either overdo the 'oh what a cute/handsome/pretty son/daughter you have' routine or swing the other way and ignore the child completely. I was at a mall one Sunday when I was struck by a handsome little boy walking towards me. He was about eight and had brown hair and startlingly light-blue eyes. I glanced to his side and discovered that I knew the woman who was with him. It was a friend from way back whom I'd lost touch with. We chatted a bit, all the while with me marvelling at how cute her son was. In this instance, he really is an exceptionally good-looking boy so I wasn't lying or exaggerating, but I wonder how much of my gushy chatter was also due to a bit of nerves. I've realised that I don't really know how to behave around children. As someone who has never been a mother and with the only children in my life (my niece and nephew) living in another country, I am unfamiliar with young people and so find myself acting unnaturally in their presence. I lack the instincts that parenthood brings. To use an analogy which I hope won't offend animal-hating parents: Because I love dogs and have had so many, I'm at home with them. Whenever I see a dog, I am drawn to it and know what to do - when to pat it and when not to, how it likes to be tickled a certain way, and I'll think nothing of flicking away the bits of eye dirt on the face of a stranger's dog. It's a different matter with children. No, this is not another column about feeling broody and wishing I had children. I'm so over that. But it occurred to me that because I've never given birth - and never ever will - my life experiences have been very different from those of the majority of women who are mothers. And because I have also never been a wife - and probably never would - I have not experienced the things that 'normal' women go through. Am I less of a woman because of that? I sometimes feel so. Take the friend I saw at the mall. The last time we met a decade ago, she was single, like me. In the interim, she had not only got married but had also begotten several children. My mind boggles at how eventful her life must have been in the past 10 years - meeting her life partner, preparing to get married, setting up a home, adapting to being a wife, going through pregnancy and then coping with motherhood. While all this is alien to me, it's what 'normal' women go through; marriage and parenthood are part of the natural circle of life. My life, on the other hand, has been unnaturally arrested. The cares and concerns I faced in my 30s were not that much different from those when I was in my 20s, and now that I'm in my 40s, not that much has changed either. I'm not complaining. As I've often said, there are loads of things to cheer about in being single. But as age beckons and maybe because I'm no longer so footloose and fancy free, I'm also beginning to wonder if I've missed out on the experiences that most women go through, and if I am less complete as a person because of it. I feel a twinge of this when my sister regales me with tales of her children. She has an especially good connection with her son, who's five, and was raving to me recently about how chivalrous he is. They were out on a nature walk and the boy took it upon himself to clear the path for her; he ran ahead to lift the brambles so that she could walk along unobstructed. Ever so often he'd also stop and shout: 'Mama, are you okay?' How sweet, I told my sister, and thought to myself that, well, that's something I'll never get to experience, the unconditional love of a boy. It's not that I envy her - or any parent - their children, no, not at all. But in my idle moments I am curious: What would my life have been like had I been one too? More fulfilled? Less self-centred? Frazzled? It's the same with not being a wife. Again, it's not that I look on enviously at couples. I really don't. I'm happy with my life. But once in a while, it hits me that maybe there's something wrong with me. It doesn't matter how I love my single life. It doesn't matter that I have all the personal space in the world. It doesn't matter what I've achieved in my career. It doesn't matter how I know it's better to be alone than to be alone in a marriage. It doesn't matter that I've seen how marriage isn't a binding contract or a guarantee of a happy-ever-after. It doesn't matter how many boyfriends I've had or might have. It doesn't matter if there are men who care for my well-being. The fact remains that I am not married, and I say this not in a self-pitying way but as an acknowledgment of a, to me, puzzling fact. And the fact remains that no one has been mad enough about me - and I for him - for us to embark on a journey together. The fact remains that no matter how fun singlehood is, there are nights when I lie in my nice big bed all by my lonesome self (well, actually my dog sleeps with me), and think: Is there something wrong with me? Is this all there is to life? Why aren't I married? Am I not good enough? Am I not lovable enough? Am I not capable of loving deeply and permanently? Have I been too fussy? Do I have bad karma? Don't I deserve more? My mother was married, my sister is married, Michelle Obama is married, the woman who cleans the office pantry is married, so many 'normal' women are married, why not me? Have I failed as a woman? Am I inadequate? Have I become nothing more than a 'singles' statistic? But, ah well, these feelings come but mostly these feelings go. If this is meant to be the script of my life, then why bother trying to rewrite it? It is often said that life is what you make of it, so I shall be thankful for what I have rather than what it could have, should have, would have been. The alternative could in fact have been worse.
 

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Sumiko Tan PAP Times article Dec 2040 shortly before her death titled 'A Woman has the right right to feel the love of a man at my age.'
 

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Gave this thread a 1 Star.

Anything that bitch writes is garbage and should be posted only in PAP propaganda broadshits
 

Shin Orochi

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Gave this thread a 1 Star.

Anything that bitch writes is garbage and should be posted only in PAP propaganda broadshits


Good, for a moment i thought it was that ugly stupid egoistic foul mouthed dog SamuelStalin behind this. He thinks he should be the only one here rating threads and others not supposed to.
 

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Hi ms s tan, it's ok at least you ever enjoy close intimate with some top brasses, the latest I was told is a bayi, he is trying find the path in you pants but was rejected by you. see! you still have many choices.
in today mordern world to be maternal is every easy, singapore dr is very good at this procedure, you can ask them to perform Embryonic Gene Modification for you if you desire to be super boy's mother, in this procedure you dr will select and enhance desirable characteristic in an embryo and deleting undesirable characteristic, injecting via you sex organ and let grow in your womb, aprox 9 months later, you will have a super smart, super healthy and super capable of doing great tings kid, try find out the cost from your dr. you have good contact, to arrange all these will be difficult for you right.
I have light brown eyeball and hair, 5'6" tall, financial independance, have 5Cs
divorce, no bad habit, know how to enjoy life but not good in porn activity can't do it like circus folks. please ask sam leong should you need my particulars i will appoint him as my agent. goodbye.
Feeling half a woman
Am I less of a woman because I am not a mother and a wife? I sometimes feel that way
By Sumiko Tan


I always feel a bit awkward when I bump into friends with their children in tow. I don't quite know how to behave with the kids. I tend to either overdo the 'oh what a cute/handsome/pretty son/daughter you have' routine or swing the other way and ignore the child completely. I was at a mall one Sunday when I was struck by a handsome little boy walking towards me. He was about eight and had brown hair and startlingly light-blue eyes. I glanced to his side and discovered that I knew the woman who was with him. It was a friend from way back whom I'd lost touch with. We chatted a bit, all the while with me marvelling at how cute her son was. In this instance, he really is an exceptionally good-looking boy so I wasn't lying or exaggerating, but I wonder how much of my gushy chatter was also due to a bit of nerves. I've realised that I don't really know how to behave around children. As someone who has never been a mother and with the only children in my life (my niece and nephew) living in another country, I am unfamiliar with young people and so find myself acting unnaturally in their presence. I lack the instincts that parenthood brings. To use an analogy which I hope won't offend animal-hating parents: Because I love dogs and have had so many, I'm at home with them. Whenever I see a dog, I am drawn to it and know what to do - when to pat it and when not to, how it likes to be tickled a certain way, and I'll think nothing of flicking away the bits of eye dirt on the face of a stranger's dog. It's a different matter with children. No, this is not another column about feeling broody and wishing I had children. I'm so over that. But it occurred to me that because I've never given birth - and never ever will - my life experiences have been very different from those of the majority of women who are mothers. And because I have also never been a wife - and probably never would - I have not experienced the things that 'normal' women go through. Am I less of a woman because of that? I sometimes feel so. Take the friend I saw at the mall. The last time we met a decade ago, she was single, like me. In the interim, she had not only got married but had also begotten several children. My mind boggles at how eventful her life must have been in the past 10 years - meeting her life partner, preparing to get married, setting up a home, adapting to being a wife, going through pregnancy and then coping with motherhood. While all this is alien to me, it's what 'normal' women go through; marriage and parenthood are part of the natural circle of life. My life, on the other hand, has been unnaturally arrested. The cares and concerns I faced in my 30s were not that much different from those when I was in my 20s, and now that I'm in my 40s, not that much has changed either. I'm not complaining. As I've often said, there are loads of things to cheer about in being single. But as age beckons and maybe because I'm no longer so footloose and fancy free, I'm also beginning to wonder if I've missed out on the experiences that most women go through, and if I am less complete as a person because of it. I feel a twinge of this when my sister regales me with tales of her children. She has an especially good connection with her son, who's five, and was raving to me recently about how chivalrous he is. They were out on a nature walk and the boy took it upon himself to clear the path for her; he ran ahead to lift the brambles so that she could walk along unobstructed. Ever so often he'd also stop and shout: 'Mama, are you okay?' How sweet, I told my sister, and thought to myself that, well, that's something I'll never get to experience, the unconditional love of a boy. It's not that I envy her - or any parent - their children, no, not at all. But in my idle moments I am curious: What would my life have been like had I been one too? More fulfilled? Less self-centred? Frazzled? It's the same with not being a wife. Again, it's not that I look on enviously at couples. I really don't. I'm happy with my life. But once in a while, it hits me that maybe there's something wrong with me. It doesn't matter how I love my single life. It doesn't matter that I have all the personal space in the world. It doesn't matter what I've achieved in my career. It doesn't matter how I know it's better to be alone than to be alone in a marriage. It doesn't matter that I've seen how marriage isn't a binding contract or a guarantee of a happy-ever-after. It doesn't matter how many boyfriends I've had or might have. It doesn't matter if there are men who care for my well-being. The fact remains that I am not married, and I say this not in a self-pitying way but as an acknowledgment of a, to me, puzzling fact. And the fact remains that no one has been mad enough about me - and I for him - for us to embark on a journey together. The fact remains that no matter how fun singlehood is, there are nights when I lie in my nice big bed all by my lonesome self (well, actually my dog sleeps with me), and think: Is there something wrong with me? Is this all there is to life? Why aren't I married? Am I not good enough? Am I not lovable enough? Am I not capable of loving deeply and permanently? Have I been too fussy? Do I have bad karma? Don't I deserve more? My mother was married, my sister is married, Michelle Obama is married, the woman who cleans the office pantry is married, so many 'normal' women are married, why not me? Have I failed as a woman? Am I inadequate? Have I become nothing more than a 'singles' statistic? But, ah well, these feelings come but mostly these feelings go. If this is meant to be the script of my life, then why bother trying to rewrite it? It is often said that life is what you make of it, so I shall be thankful for what I have rather than what it could have, should have, would have been. The alternative could in fact have been worse.
 

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Good, for a moment i thought it was that ugly stupid egoistic foul mouthed dog SamuelStalin behind this. He thinks he should be the only one here rating threads and others not supposed to.

And we thought it was the ugly, stupid and worthless low-value rubbish dump and a bladder face nerd called Shin Orochi (Shin your mother) who can amount to nothing significant in his dumb life rating this thread up. Nice try, freak, you and your multiple cloned accounts.

Until a loser like you die before us, and thereafter, we will still do what we know is right. It's only a matter of principle.

PS Oh, and my ass is more handsome compared to you and your father's bladder faces, before you even talk about the real deal that is my unbeatable face. Even that dog avatar from your nerd computer game is better-looking than you. Pfftt.
 

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And we thought it was the ugly, stupid and worthless low-value rubbish dump and a bladder face nerd called Shin Orochi (Shin your mother) who can amount to nothing significant in his dumb life rating this thread up. Nice try, freak, you and your multiple cloned accounts.

Until a loser like you die before us, and thereafter, we will still do what we know is right. It's only a matter of principle.

PS Oh, and my ass is more handsome compared to you and your father's bladder faces, before you even talk about the real deal that is my unbeatable face. Even that dog avatar from your nerd computer game is better-looking than you. Pfftt.



You stupid ugly dog! You can't win this game as long the Orochi army is here. Try harder! :biggrin::biggrin::biggrin:
 

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Gave this thread a 1 Star.

Anything that bitch writes is garbage and should be posted only in PAP propaganda broadshits

hi there


1. what's wrong with old sumo?
2. one time, she lamented her virginity or what!
3. now, she cried over handsome little boys.
4.what, she wants to do them too!
5. this is exactly what a left-over-the-shelf for too long woman would and could only do! - "dream".
6. yes, honest a worthless piece of article.
7. yet shittytimes printed.
 
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