May 6th Forgotten

May 6th never fails to come and visit me every year of my life as long as I am still breathing. The significance of this day is nothing, but just a registration of my birth which is not the day that I was born.

Many a time I was celebrated, but as years went by, the fake smile of a joyful celebration has finally come to a halt. I don’t give a shit to this day anymore, don’t get me wrong I do appreciate all the well wishes especially from my small unit of family but it does not matter anymore.

So to all my precious, next year please help me to forget the celebration of this day ok.

“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning” - Winston Churchill

Absurd

It is still dark outside, I miss the sound of the rambling tram, damn it is only 0234 hours. What is happening to me? My sleeping pattern is absurd and I don’t like it. I could hardly keep myself awake right after dinner, and dinner was like 1900 hours.

Hubby is fast asleep, and I am super hungry again now, no I am not going to disturb his sleep. May be I will just go and get me a sausage, ooohhh I could almost taste the juicy sausage that I got from the market and not the frozen one from the mall. Shall I or …………………….. Yes I will.

I looked at my notepad and saw what I wrote:

“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life” - Winston Churchill

I Kick ASS

When I kick ass, I make sure that I kick them so hard that they will remember me for life.

People are all so money face, each and every one that I know or I may not know, but as long as they are human beings, they are money face and nothing matters in their life except the smell of money.

With all the turn of events that took place with my little angel, I contacted the travel agent who did all her booking. I informed her of the problems that my little angel had to encounter, thus causing her to miss all the flights. Instead of telling me what she could do to help reissue the tickets, I was told to pay nearly two thousand AUD for my little angel to return.

I was fuming mad, bloody fool and she had the guts to tell me that it was none of the airline's faults that my daughter does not want to continue with the journey.

Well, every dog will have its days, definitely today was not mine, but I made sure that for all the light of her life she remembers what I told her and “ouch” when I labeled her as a STUPID Swine. Get it bitch you ARE.

With the grace of the Lord I managed to sort out everything for my little angel and Alhamdulillah, she will be returning to school pretty soon.

Tell me does it hurt where I kick you?

“He has all of the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire” - Winston Churchill

If You Are Going Through Hell, Keep Going

Monday – met with Dr. L, he informed me that my hematoma is taking too long to heal, but concerned about the condition of my kidneys. This was due to the freak tram accident.

Tuesday – went for another sonogram with Dr. Andreas. He told me that the hematoma is reducing in size but puzzled to why I am still feeling sore when being touched at that area.

Wednesday – scheduled to see Dr. L again, but decided to postpone. This is because I need time to settle matters relating to my little angel.

Last night like many nights recently I slept very early; I woke up at 0433 hours today and was feeling super super hungry. My desire for pancakes is always high, and there is only one of us here who can make pancakes, and that is hubby.

I toiled with the idea of having to wake him up at this hour or go get something else to eat, but I decided that waking him up for my pancakes superseded all other things, and I did just that.

Hubby was grudging but sweet enough to make me the pancakes with his eyes half closed. He told me afterwards that he could not even stand the smell of pancakes anymore, and to have mercy on him……………….. ha ha ha.

Now my eyes are drooping in anticipation of going back to sleep, hubby decided to cycle to work this morning. The pancakes that I wanted so much were left half eaten, I looked in the mirror and still see me, outside the bustling sound of a new day has long begun, do I go under my blanket again or do I start with the checklist of the day. I don’t know and don’t care.

Then I remember a quote which apparently has got nothing to do with my funny turn of behavior now but I do want to share in this entry:

“If you are going through hell, keep going” - Winston Churchill

Everybody Thinks They Are Right

 

 

 

 

 

Everybody thinks they are right, an art message that could not have come at a better time.