I was looking at myself today and I figured that I am a paradox in a conundrum in a puzzle that is sitting in the heart of a Russian doll.

I have the intellectual ability and skills to do great things but I’d gladly give it all up for that illusive lurve that cannot be bought, acquired or possessed.

I was top two of my class in Hotel Management & Catering and I have a first class honours degree in Economics from this rather humble institution.

I study the principles and importance of accounting and balance budgets but I have no control or restrain on my personal expenses.

I can wax lyrical about the dress - this season’s “in”-thing according to the fashion industry - one minute and then discuss the ethical underpinnings of cosmopolitanism.

On any day these days, you’d see me carrying a book of knitting patterns and one on the political economy of financial sector reform.

I can make sugar flowers and decorate bridal cakes just as I can punch numbers and perform statistical regressions.

I speak, read and write four “European” languages but I can barely hold a conversation in what should ostensibly be my “mother tongue”.

I can help others work out their problems logically and sensibly but I am rarely ever rational about my own - but is that any wonder?!?

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friend: but why are you talking to him at all, thats my question
me: oh i don’t know…. why am i doing this PhD… why do i want a nano… why am i gay… why do i find CH sexy
friend: cos your mad, cos its so cool it hurts, cos its more fun, cos your sick
friend: respectively

Posted on September 22nd, 2005 by jl
Filed under: Life!