Sunday, April 8


"Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken." -Oscar Wilde

Thursday, April 5

Warm feet

My single days are numbered.

I may no longer have the sleepover with the girls, thinking only about myself, the long hours chatting about nothing, the selfish ways, looking at other men (or form five boys) or sleeping at random hours for long random hours. I may still do those but it won't be the same or as frequent.

I must think about this other person. Can he tolerate those behaviour? What does he want to eat? Are his clothes clean? Does he like that? Will he be okay with this?

Don't get me wrong. I want to be married. To HR especially. I do.

But I am scared. Nervous. Afraid. Fear. Distress. Anxious. Terried.

All that.