there's something definately wrong with me turning 25 ...considering the whole damn world has driven me crazy that i should get married THIS YEAR ...as if im turning gay in the next...

family, relatives and even friends start of the minute they get a glimpse of me...

i thought my plans of doing a PHD would actually delay the process by a year or two..but to my surprise..the world feels getting a match for an over-qualified, picky lady like me would be near to impossible by the time i stick a "Dr" title next to my name..

this is precisely the reason why guys pop out of nowhere in family dinners and formal functions..aunties' eligible sons dont really have the best time of their twinkling life when i rape them with my interrogation...almost making them realize how worthless their existence stands..in comparison to my cat laying kittens every six months...i mean you know how blunt this virgo can be...and these times...im at my best....

but i have started to give in...at times..because the world tries to force it down our f****d up heads how we are actually borne to PROCREATE...and not just to love....before i reach impotency...i might as well lay kittens myself..

the one thing i wana do..is runaway and work in a developing country where noone knows what 15th september does to my life...

- yours (patiently)