Prometheus is a movie and also the name of some Greek guy who was punished because he gave humans fire from Olympus. His punishment was to be eaten alive by a bird every single day. Or something like that. You know how the Greeks are with their bedtime stories.
Like my bro Pro, I too live in torment everyday. While I don't get pecked by a god-damn pigeon every time I wake up, I'm a married man living with my parents in a HDB flat. Guess that explains.
Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that I have a roof over my head and my parents are accommodating enough to accommodate me and my wife. If I was born somewhere in like America I would have been shooed out (like a god-damn pigeon). But with it comes the 'don't do this', 'put this here', 'you should've done this' nonsense that could lead to my eventual baldness. It's OCD madness.
Oh, and my aunt lives here to. Crazy, I know. It's like a uni dorm room party but with old people and without the booze. But then I guess the Indian dude clearing the rubbish bins of our flat every morning would probably give anything just to live where I do.
I love this house, leaks and all, but Bono once said 'a house doesn't make a home'. And if Bono said it, it must be true. Ours will only be ready in 2015 and its housing loans will Sahara-desert our bank accounts. But 2015 can't come soon enough. I hope we survive till we get our very own lair.
'Not bad this unit...but it's clearly getting too much afternoon sun.'
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