Bumble Bees..they sting n die.

It all ended well with the email from uncle mohan. the kids finally received somethin from me and thats my promise--to send them the photos that i took. it really cheered me up after the long tired day, and made me wana conclude the day with a nice contented smile. all effort well spent..the muggin hours are compensated.

it was not until i had to read the next horrifying email from macroM. Traumatised by their rudeness, inconciderate, unreasonable, demanding attitudes and behavior, i felt like sending them a bouqet(shit..i cant spell it) of flowers..hidden with lotsa deadly bumble bees.scary huh. yep..i tot it was.

Then it became all so overwhelming.With the eight modules (6 authentic, 2 pseudo) that are more than enough to keep me bumming and buzzing around, the addition of this confound compounded my already helpless situation. It is certainly not a pleasant feeling to have your well overflowing with richness only to find that the wealth is not exactly what you seek.They are too demanding..they want this...and that...and even the crumbs in your pockets..but ever so reluctant to honour us with the least sense of RESPECT.May they grow warts through their stings.

For once, i may like to walk backwards..i wana taste the sense of quittin. Getting relly sick of all this sucker effect and all this wealth that i'm not quite interested in. Angry with the thought and utter regret that it once jeopardised my grades (many factors come into the play of anger too), i cannot forgive myself the chance that i had so sweetly let go. This mistakes i had blindfolded myself into..and thus...in some sense..wrongly blamed elmo along the way.
Now it seems that the little faith that i have is the faith the Lord has for me. yes..i cant even count on my own faith.

Miracles..i have to believe in them right? Santa Claus..i have to believe you'll visit me soon? even if i happened to live on e eigth floor and the only most possible substitute for your traditional chimney is the rubbish chute?My..how mean of me to let you dirty yourself with that degrading "chimney". maybe i should just stop wishing for things. Then you might have a better time, focusing on other children with proper nice little chimneys?

O wait..maybe i can make just one last wish.but this time round..u dont have to drop by my house. just help me send those bouqet of flowers will you? o..and dont forget the bumble bees too. thank you so much Santa.