Randoms….

I had forgotten how to sing,
Blame fear, blame pain, blame sorrow deep within;

I’ve had these two lines in my head all week. I might have read them somewhere…. Or they might be the opening lines of a poem I have to write…. the first salvo fired by my dark and weary muse….

I once thought I was doing very well in my attempt to understand women folk – clearly I was reading from the wrong manual…. Doesn’t help that this bloke has been out of action for over a year….nearly two in truth! That was some ill – advised move I tell you……

Jesus said to forgive our brother seventy times seven times…. After  how many times does a failure to fulfill a promise to ‘call you back’ eventually consitute a tacit recommendation for you to scram from the scene?

Currently reading Chris Abani’s Becoming Abigail… I love the way he takes pain, takes sorrow and weaves it into a coherent whole… that, I find intriguing…

On the subject of work, open plan offices suck! I hate the fact that I am unable to shut my door and sleeeeep away when I want .. or snack on some well made banga soup from a flask, while keeping an eye on my computer…

Contrary to popular belief, I have my off days.. days when I doubt my ability..days when I am afraid, day when words get stuck in my throat and I pine away……I’ve had more than a few in the last year….. I’m getting stronger.. everyday – my current favorite song.. bar Miley Cyrus’s  – The Climb… .. I know, its so not Macho!!! Blame x-factor……..and Joe McElderry

I am officially an uncle again – cute little bloke – not seen him yet as usual… this Christmas, by fire by force, I will….

Dang… falentine is coming again o.. and the facebook people have started o.. Last year, I got an anonymous text… this year, if una try am, I go shoot persin o!!!!!!!

I think, the whole webexperience is losing its attraction for me…. I’ve not been on facebook in a bit… I barely keep up appearances on twitter these days……and i deleted my old chat email…. No I’m not PMSing (blokes don’t do that!).. Just whimsical….. in a quirky way…

My friend asked me a question — too lazy to think seriously about it…

Is it enough to do the right thing, or must we also do it for the right reasons?