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Monday, March 30, 2009

And he said, "More work!"

Idiot, of course, more work for you.

Because you are an effing imbecile. If you had monitored and followed up on the kids who have yet to pay, you would have gotten the list done.

If you are not such a lazy arsed bum, you will collect the payments personally and realised that your 15% of uncollected exam fees were dued to other people's collection.

Lazy arsed bugger !!!

Go and freaking complain to your goonhead's face instead of muttering under your breath. Arseeffingholedeffer ...

Eat shit and die, arseholes !

Friday, March 27, 2009

If things were not so different

It's been coming gradually. The feeling of unease did not dissipate over time. You know the bad feeling you have at the base of your stomach everytime you think something's not right is going to happen. A few things then happened and you think that that's the bad thing and that bad feeling will go away.

But it didn't.

And so the story goes, how my Ma had to be hospitalised again. The same old issue, the same old disease. The same old remedy ?

It's been said time and again that as we age, we become more set in our ways. More than ever, we choose not to listen to what's good and beneficial for us. I admit, I do fall into that category. As they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The same streak of obstinance runs in me and my sisters. And the bull-headedness did not just start from my folks. It goes way back to their parents and parents' parents time.

And so.

Although wont as I want to write about my complete year with the Dear one, I must remember that all joy comes with the tears ...

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

:'(

Bad things happen and bad things happen in threes. I feel like shit every time I think of my act of human kindness (as mentioned by the Dear one). So, another change. Another lifestyle re-consideration for the folks not in the know.

I still feel depressed everytime I am reminded of the stupid texts and calls and emails.

Sorry Dear for being a grumpy pot on some days. I love you, dear heart. Thank you for being there and providing that listening ear and shoulder to cry on. Also for making me laugh and forgetting the unfortunate act even for that short moment in time.

*hugs*