Monday, February 11, 2008
The Eloquence of Writing
I've always been impressed with people who can write what they feel, how they feel, anytime, anyplace. I mean, i can write too, but just not as eloquent as them. For them, the words flow out automatically, like how a river flows downwards, or like how the sun rises from the east, bees drawn to honey etc, well, you know what i mean. For me, it takes a while to get the tap running, prolly due to a rusty leak somewhere. Anwyay...
Relatives have always bugged me. Especially the older ones and during the holidays, which is why for the longest of time, i have avoided trying to visit them, excuses like, "oh, sorry, i'm out of the country", or "hey, i'm sick, can't make it today, another time then". I'm not being anti or anything, just that the topics always tend to revolve around me sonner or later like ,"So when you getting married? All your cousings are married. Old already". Which just reminds me of a joke, and next time we gather, i'll just ask them "So when's your turn, so-and-so just passed away last year". Nah thats just mean....
But i digress...
Sometimes i think age has mellowed me. I still like house music and parties tho, but i'm beginning to appreciate jazz, chilling out, and basically "le-pak" at home. My friends have started to introduce me as Uncle to their kids, hell, even certain girls @ Mambo have called me that. Most of my friends are married, the bunch i use to hang out with all are, some of them even have kids. I totally understand. It just a matter of time, when the right one comes along, and i'll join the ranks of theirs... but till then, i'm happy being single, for now that is...
I feel so old suddenly.. and then i start to realise.. i am old....
Smoking @ 9:19 AM
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