30 & Getting Deaf
When i woke up this morning, besides the “can i go back to bed?” feeling, i just realised how old i am getting. In 3 months time, im going to be bloody 30. Yes, 2 digits on my age have to change. It doesnt help when i realise that im getting deaf too.(Few of my heroes are Eddie Van Halen & Gil Grissom and how so much i wanted to be as talented in their field as them… but not when like they are deaf too!!) Believe me, i find it as irritating to me as you if i were talking to you (especially) on the phone when i ask you to repeat your sentence over & over again.
Im a lover of loud music & the louder it is the better, but as of now… Im kind of regretting it.For the record here, on the phone or in person, locally or overseas, please i plea with you not to get angry with me if i cant hear you correctly(im happy i can lip read). Please bear with me if i ask you to tell me again & again, & again, & again… till the bloody cows come home. Now that this disclaimer exists, we can all go back to our regularly scheduled lives. I just realised too that i have this soft spot thing for older women… (not as in aunties) but Milfs… women in their mid 30s. Sharon Stone, Monica Belluci, Katherine Willows from CSI(Marg Helgenberger), Charlize Theron…. i find them all pretty hot. If i have a wife like that at their age, i doubt i’d ever look at another woman again.
