On being single....

you know you are getting old when your mates; secondary school friends, long forgotten primary school mates, university classmates are all posting pictures of their growing family on facebook, sending you wedding invitations, announcing their engagements. each and every wedding invitation is just a reminder of one being single. all those are not as concerning as the siblings that are joining the fray as well. being from a polygamous family, the competition does not end with mothers apparently.

for a long time i refused to be bothered by such, i learnt from my teenage years not to give into the pressure, societal pressure dont seem to faze me, i live in the reflection of myself you could say. i dont mind. my standards were a bit high, i seem to love it but like the case of the fish that got spoilt cos the market seller thought it was her most prized product until the product becomes stale and rotten and useless. well thats a strong analogy but lets just agree to disagree.

yeah the ugly one down at the club some years ago have been with the same person for years, and apparently seem happy. ah who is complaining? the single life is the needed independence, independence from insanity, constant nagging and stalking, but the latter rather be referred to as being caring.

ooh give me the freedom to answer my phone at my own discretion i dont want to feel obliged to reply text messages, all i wanna do is relax in my solitude and stare into eternity. wake me up when its september

here we are again

back to the point i am more than familiar with, do i really wanna do it again? but i do claim that my inspiration for writing comes from loneliness, depression and all the things that identifies with it.

i am content with the way i am, the position i am in might not necessarily be the best, there's always room for more but who am i to choose? i take the lemon that life gave and be glad to make a jug full of lemon juice out of it. who am i kidding? i am not a big fan of my life right now. upset at most things i could be upset with. but who do i hurt in the process? no one! just me myself and i. what can i do? roll with the punches i guess.

i am only human, your next door neighbor who choose to smile whenever he/she feels like and most times will quietly walk pass you by ignoring your existence, don't take it personal, you don't know what mood i'm in and i dont wanna bore you either. anyways we can be friendly, we can start on a good note.

lets chat, lets share our common interest, if any. don't be upset or irritated about my occasional silence, just trying to regroup my thoughts. thoughts? you know the bland one.... one without life or soul, one that bores you to errmm sleep? there we are. we shall start from somewhere... go ahead challenge me, ask me a question lets see how well i do with my effort in answering......

i shall return.