Pieces of me………

I Knew that it would happen some day and it really nearly did happen. I was struck by lightning on Sunday while opening the gate at my sister’s house. Fortunately I was wearing sandals so I did not get roasted, I did get a shock though. I got a gist of how it felt to be electrocuted and trust me; you would not want to feel it. Today, while getting down from the bus, I nearly got hit by a motorcycle. The motorcyclist was trying to squeeze his way through the narrow lane between the bus and the pavement. I really thought I would be hit but thank God, I was quick enough to step back into the bus. Whew…so close…I really hope I won’t be experiencing anything like this again at least for another month…can’t afford to have too many heart attacks.

I’m breathing through my mouth and I’m feeling sooooooo sick. My housemate told me to see the the doctor but hey it’s expensive so i’d rather not. She offered to belanja me but i don’t think i can accept it….i’d rather she buy me a book with that money. I’m having flu and my shoulder aches. It’s aches so much and i’ve never felt this type of pain before, maybe because i’ve been clicking the mouse too often or because i’m stressed out. I’ve been snifing the whole day and coughing occasionally. Tommorow is my off day so…..guess i shall sleep it through =)

Exposure programme has begun and this time the gals are going to the old folks home. I was visiting them this morning and one of the old folks chatted with me. He was a 74 year old man who came from Terengganu. He said he had been there for a year already and he is getting used to life in the old folks home. When his children 1st sent him there, Initially he felt miserable and used to cry…. nowadays, he seems to be able to laugh his sadness away. He loves food and insisted that he ‘belanja’ me. So he gave me RM 20 to buy rojak for the gals and also myself. I did not want to take his money but his eyes told me that I should take it because it would make him happy….so I guess I shall buy him and the gals rojak tomorrow when I visit them all……I just hope my parents will never feel like how the old folks in the old folks home feel…….it’s really sad……nobody deserves to feel like that

I watched the Pope’s funeral and I felt so proud to be a Catholic. There was 1 sense of regret through, which is to only realize what a great person Pope John Paul II was after he had died. I knew about his existence since I was a kid but never took the effort to find out more. To me at that time, he was just a Pope, the leader of the church and full stop.

I saw his coffin, it was so simple, such a simple and normal man he was and yet he manage to capture so many people’s heart, he made so much difference in so many people’s life….8^th of April was the day leaders from all over the world came to pay their last respects to the simple man who once worked in a factory….the future king of England even cancelled his wedding to attend the funeral…..it was the day everyone put aside their differences and sat together to bid farewell to one of the greatest man who ever lived.

Walking down from the bus, I cross a few busy main roads, being very much aware that I might someday get knock down as i cross these roads. I walk towards my office and see people walking into the Cathedral to pray for our dearly departed Pope.

On the other side of the road, i see a man using his index finger to dig some grass out from the pathway, he was obviously not very sound, laughing away as he dug his finger into the earth, he was smelly and his pants were torn. I could see his skin and I wondered how he live through the days. I see people like him everyday, i pity them and yet what can I do? If i gave him a bit attention,  I won’t be fair to all. But then again, i don’t have the means to help them all, so what shall i do? Walk pass him and pretend to ignore his presence and let the day pass just like any other day………gosh I feel so guity, so evil, so unkind…….