A week being someone else

At last. the moment we’ve been waiting, I’m finally gonna make a serious post. Not exactly, but more my standards…. yeahh.

I’ve asked several people the same question (yes, I love asking random questions) :

If you can be anyone for a week, who would it be?

Britney Spears?
Jolin Tsai?
Some princess?
me??
Lindsay Lohan?

Not surprisingly, 90% of people replied, in syncronised unison, “Paris Hiltoooon.”

Yup. I certainly thought of that hooked-nose rich blonde when I think of my own answer. But after some consideration, I decided I’d rather be a starving child in Africa.

Yes, you heard right. A starving poor kid in some ulu rural area.

Think of it. If I am Paris Hilton, partying my day away amidst chardonnays and vuittons, palm trees and cute boys, party nights and posh hotels.

One week is up aaaand POP. You are back to plain old self. You’ll get depressed, pine for the days of Martini and Prada. It will totally suck.

But if I’m a poor kid, I’ll suffer throughout the week. Appreciate my joy and bliss that i have at home.

I know it sounds damn cheesy, like what, “Appreciate what you have in life, for it could be worst”

But, yeah. I really think that way.

Bye

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    Anonymous

    That’s an interesting perspective on the question. While I understand your concern about the withdrawal after experiencing a different life, if I were given the chance to be someone else for a week, I would use it to experience that life fully rather than worrying about the aftermath.

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