Life is short.
Single life is shorter.
I know that someday I will need to be stooping in front of an oven and stepping behind a stroller.
Right now, I am happy to take on the streets of New York with my gold flats and Rafe bag.
Eternity is long. Be good.
Life is short. Go to church.
"Do you have a girlfriend na?"
"When are you going to get married?"
"When are you having a baby?"
"When are you having an apo?"
(I’m surprised they’re not asking "When are you going to die?" Thank God though.)
I hate hearing those kinds of questions, and think that people ask them just for small talk - because they really don’t know you enough to ask more interesting or relevant questions.
I never ask these questions because I know the interviewee wonders about them himself.
In due course,we will all get there. We don’t have to ask when. Because we certainly don’t know the answers anyway.
