Don't you

just love it when you put your hands in your pockets and your fingers find something and you pull it out and it's , gasp ! a 20. or a 50 ???? :D

quotes

" Don't take life too seriously. you will never get out of it alive"

- Bugs Bunny -

Excerpts from The Noblest Revenge

by Dr Frank Crane. First published in 1924 in his book of essays, Upper Meanings.

Dr Frank Crane ( 1861 - 1928 ) was a Presbyterian minister,a speaker and a columnist.

The don'test of all don'ts is : Don't get even. The greatest of all time wasting is time wasted on revenge...

When you want to hurt him who has hurt you, you want something that irritates you while you want it, disappoints you when you get it, and makes you feel mean after it is all over.

You can't get through life without meeting people who injure you. There are those that snub you, those that betray you, those that cheat you, those that envy you, besides all the swarm of spiteful , malicious, weak and venomous human mosquitoes, worms and wasps.

If you stop and chase each of these to punish them you will have no time for anything else.

If you allow yourself to think of them they will poison you until your mind is as sour as buttermilk, your sleep ruined, and your hours of leisure turned from content to wretchedness,

Forget it !

...

doubtless your enemy needs a thrashing. But what's that to you? The question is what do You need?? You need peace of mind, poise, and contentment. to keep thinking about him is to upset yourself.

When a man wrongs us, let is simply drop him. He is out of our lives., Good - Bye ! There are plenty of others. As far as we are concerned, he is an undesirable citizen, and that's all there is to it. Next !

Why redress injuries. they redress themselves automatically better than we can redress them.


When a man does dirt, he gets dirt, by and by. Let him alone. why bother?

Into what horrors of suffering has the desire for revenge plunged the world. look at hideous Europe now. the mountains of mangled bodies piled on altars of revenge.

When Jesus said that about turning the other cheek, he was not speaking of impossible idealism. but plain sense.

An injury can only grieve us only when remembered,. the noblest revenge therefore, is to forget.

How the rain last night?

3.30 am. Woke up and sat up at the same time. "Stop the noise! stop the darned noise!!"

Thunder. and lightening. Sudden realisation . Rain.

Got up to draw the curtains and close the windows, switch off the fan.

Went back to bed but lay awake for a few minutes..

My head..My head..omg..it's back..stayed perfectly still hoping it would go away and I would fall asleep..Hope is quite a useless thing.

Found Panadol.

no sleep.

Towards

midnight. Hungry. Insomniac. One question. How did The Dog find the Missing Cat. more importantly, why. OK two questions. Rhetorical.

Headaches.

I take my aching head downstairs. I find water and take long soothing gulps. I take my aching head back upstairs. I take it to the bathroom, lean it against the cool sink and close my eyes.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

My heart pounds in my ears. I wish it would pipe down a bit. I can't even hear myself think. I switch off the lights, draw curtains, and get in to bed. Somewhere, a phone rings and I'm worried it might split my head in two. The neighbor must be taking a shower. The smell of Lavender seeps through the one wall that divides us. I think I am going to be sick.

I lie still, in semi darkness for a complete day before it goes away.

When it does, I emerge like a person who lost their bearings..stumbling..and spaced out ..and incredibly slow.

Cluster headaches. I think they are called.

Sometimes..

.you live with too much.

You know things you are better not knowing, you hear things you would rather not listen to, you see things you don't wish on your worst enemy.

But, in the midst of it all, you carry on, baking that cake, reading that book, fighting with a friend or laughing at his jokes, and no one, no one at all suspects anything is amiss.

You put your heart away but smile nevertheless. Why, why should it be complicated, why should anything change.

Face value is just fine.

I hate

all festivals.

I love Christmas only becuase I love December..or that time of the year when the sunshine is more golden, the wind more Champagne like, and everyone seem happy. Where people gather in large crowds, where there is too much of food and drink, it makes me ill. I celebrate it , no more than I play along.

Avurudhu . I don't mind celebrating it. in fact I'm all for keeping the traditions alive. There's something about being with my mother that makes it special. and there are cousins i see only on rare occasion. I like it when the flowers bloom and it rains cats and dogs, and my sister gets in to a baking spell and my mother becomes obsessed with kokis and mung kevum and stuff. I am all for mung kevum too. I just can't stand the crowd. I can stand them for like, say two hours and then, headache.

All festivities are marked by crowds. consisting of relatives, friends of your parents..who at some point will , mark my words, start on your case. and then they get drunk . then you have to shush some of them. and they get offended . I offended my uncle last year. Good thing too.

On the work front, my client as a habit gets in to Avurudhu mode by spending a thumping amount on an Avurudhu campaign. Executed by yours truly with another couple of partner agencies. Standing in the Sun , looking at the branding, chatting to sampling guys who at the end of the day become more like buddies, wondering why , why do we all get together and commercialize Avurudhu, I can't help feeling a little sick.

That izzz it. I think..for now.

One

can never be too content.

I went home.

seriously though..

I don't like NB's attitude. *shrug*. It's worse than that of The Troll or The Maharajah.