A Lovely Surprise
After a day of studying and doing errands i came home to realize one of my earrings was missing.
A long search followed by a longer conversation with my about the value of the earing, i came up to my room disappointed.
Although my disappointed turned to rationalization that the earing is only silver cubic zirconium and I OWN it.
Let’s just say it was not a fun college graduation party when my sister pointed out that one of her 1k diamond studied earring was missing on me.
I still cringe when i watch that episode of Friends when Rachel loses Monica’s earings which Chandler had given to her for their anniversary.
Anyway, I AM glad , albeit embarrassed, to say that i found the other pair still in the box.
A lovely surprise indeed.
Sultana
Breaking the Silence
There’s always a dark cloud circling around me.
I realize that i sometimes take that cloud with me to school, when i meet with my Main Squeeze man, and etc….
The problem with “this” cloud, and i say this with a most disdainful taste, renders me speechless.
It’s been an ongoing battle to speak up when i hear someone talk badly or treating unkindly.
It is not easy.
It’s like the abusee accepting the abuser….
I want to speak.
To let out.
“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.” –Author Unknown.
Sultana
Diary of Cat vs. Dog
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary:
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now….
–Unknown Author.
Sultana
Bouncing with the Ball
This was a beautiful day at the golf course. Perfect temperature, a little windy but with little adjustments the ball went in the correct direction.
I was using my pink golf balls so it was really easy to detect where the ball landed besides the 3 i lost in that pond there.
I got to buy a new set.
Go enjoy a day at the golf course.
Sultana
“Bluefying” my Finger
The Iraqi Elections 2010 are today and tomorrow and lets just say I am fortunate enough to be able to vote here in San Diego.
Perhaps i should attribute my fortunate to the recent influx of Iraqi immigrants to the United States and partially to the renewed relationship between Iraq and the U.S.
Bluefied Finger. Checked.
I have to say the decision to vote for someone is more difficult when in fact that person will never impact my life in any way.
With all that’s going on over there, i just hope the time i put in choosing that candidate will be beneficial for them.
Sultana
Writing with Nescafe
There’s nothing better to sweeten up the process of writing a scholarship than having a cup of a nescafe with milk.
Sultana
