Thou shalt not coveth thy neighbour's wife (or wives,just in case.)

So what's so great about being in the 40s? It's not. Great in a sense of "yeay..I've turned 40", I mean. What's so great about knowing you're approaching nearer to the grave? Rather, being in the 40s gives you a sense that you have finally established your inner self, or at least getting closer there. You're blessed with the realization that makes you feel, that perhaps you have finally got it together. Like a veil, lifted away from your vision and you more or less understand yourself, and you can see life in a much clearer perspective. It is more about you, rather than what people think about you. You're beginning to know who you are. You define yourself, and not let others' do that for you. Now, THAT is great.



When I was much younger, although I kept saying that I don't really give a fish what people think or say about me, I realise now, that subconsciously, I did care. I cared about what people say about my dressing, I know it mattered because, when I get negative feedback from others', I felt hurt easily.



Today, I could just walk out in my shorts and spaggeti string top when I throw my garbage without a care in the world. In my mind, if my righteous neigbours don't like how I look, then settle their sentiments by simply not looking. I mean, if you claim you are "alim", then even naked women won't move your iman, or if it does, the next best thing is to look away. After all, I will be in my own compound which I have paid for not from their pockets but my own, therefore, let me have my privacy. The best thing to give each other privacy is not by spying, prying or looking into the neighbours house. The time to look into neighbours' matters is when they need help or when there are suspicious characters hovering the house,or it's vicinity, or when you just want to be friendly. Otherwise, if you have nothing good to say, practicing reticence would be wise. (especially when you have pseudoschizophrenic with verbal diarrhea neighbours like me!!). Funny though, where the so called "alim" people dissapeared to when you need help trying to catch the robbers. (trust me, I am talking from past experience) .

Hmmm...maybe that is why 3 of my neighbours right across had shifted out. Maybe they reaaaallllly cannot tahan to see me in my skimpy attire, and in a last attempt to save their marriages from crumbling due to insecurities of their overweight wives, or husbands with philandering records, they've decided that it was better to move out to a less vulgar neighbourhood!!!