I hope you get well soon although I know it would take a very long time. Let patience be with those who will be taking care of you if fate is kind enough to let you survive your misadventure and also with those currently curing you at the hospital. You are a much loved person not only by your family but also others who have met you at some point in their life. Thanks for everything you've been and done for us and I can assure you that you'll never be erased from our hearts and minds.
My hope is still strong nann,
Love you
xxxxxxx
Monday, September 25, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Visit to Comino
One evening, we decided that we were not doing enough activities and excursions. Therefore, we decided that a trekking session in Comino would be a start. There we went last weekend, 5 of us, with backpacks, walking shoes and other camping gear. After we disembarked the boat we headed towards St. Mary's bay (we are not the type that stand a lot of people around like the hassle there is at the Blue Lagoon). After about 30 minutes walking in the heat we were tired to death (and then we say we want to ascend the Kilimanjaro...we need much more intensive training my dears!) Thank god we had arrived at the desired bay and could refresh ourselves in a quite chilly water.
There we encountered quite a peculiar old couple. They had quite a big boat which was anchored a few meters from the shore. Then they mounted another boat, a small one this time, and rowed towards the shore. The woman got her feet in the water, walked a bit around, mounted the boat again and rowed back to the big boat. What the hell man? 2 boats just to dip your feet in the water for 5 minutes. That boat is a waste in hands like these. It should have a better owner...let's say me :)
Anyways, after a "light" snack we thought it better to find a quiet shady place. Well, Comino isn't known for shelters like these is it? The only location that we had to content ourselves with was the church with its walls protecting us from sunlight. A mass was taking place but we didnt bother that much and sat there. We were behaving well at first (to respect the church going people) but as time went by and bottles of beer were getting emptied there was no such thing as respect on anybody's mind. Soon enough our normal attitude was taking over and farts and swearing was what one could have heard (and smell!) We spent the whole day there, playing cards, eating, drinking, gossiping... Until 6 o'clock when another mass started and another took place immediately after :( I assisted to 3 masses in 1 day...enough to last a life time. But actually, I confirmed my beliefs. I dont know why some people go to church. There was this particular woman who was looking at us as if we had killed her mother when she saw us on the doorstep drinking beer. Then as soon as she got inside she kept staring at what was happening outside. Jeezz...do you call people like this devoted christians? I dont!
The plans were to sleep there also but then the wind got stonger and we decided to pull our tents. It also saved us from waking up at 6am when the church bells start calling the so-called-devoted for the early mass. All in all we had a good time although trekking and swimming were not a priority contrary to what was supposed. But perhaps...was it a first sign of inclination towards church and its community?
I doubt it.
There we encountered quite a peculiar old couple. They had quite a big boat which was anchored a few meters from the shore. Then they mounted another boat, a small one this time, and rowed towards the shore. The woman got her feet in the water, walked a bit around, mounted the boat again and rowed back to the big boat. What the hell man? 2 boats just to dip your feet in the water for 5 minutes. That boat is a waste in hands like these. It should have a better owner...let's say me :)
Anyways, after a "light" snack we thought it better to find a quiet shady place. Well, Comino isn't known for shelters like these is it? The only location that we had to content ourselves with was the church with its walls protecting us from sunlight. A mass was taking place but we didnt bother that much and sat there. We were behaving well at first (to respect the church going people) but as time went by and bottles of beer were getting emptied there was no such thing as respect on anybody's mind. Soon enough our normal attitude was taking over and farts and swearing was what one could have heard (and smell!) We spent the whole day there, playing cards, eating, drinking, gossiping... Until 6 o'clock when another mass started and another took place immediately after :( I assisted to 3 masses in 1 day...enough to last a life time. But actually, I confirmed my beliefs. I dont know why some people go to church. There was this particular woman who was looking at us as if we had killed her mother when she saw us on the doorstep drinking beer. Then as soon as she got inside she kept staring at what was happening outside. Jeezz...do you call people like this devoted christians? I dont!
The plans were to sleep there also but then the wind got stonger and we decided to pull our tents. It also saved us from waking up at 6am when the church bells start calling the so-called-devoted for the early mass. All in all we had a good time although trekking and swimming were not a priority contrary to what was supposed. But perhaps...was it a first sign of inclination towards church and its community?
I doubt it.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Lost in St. Luke's
Yesterday I had to pay a visit to a relative who very unfortunately found himself on a bed at St. Luke's hospital. And when I said "I had", I really had. Hospitals are anything but my place. As soon as I make the first step inside I start imagining myself entering into a strange world. My mood changes all of a sudden...I cannot help feeling sad and sorry for those poor patients on their beds. For me it seems as if they are all in a long queue waiting for their death. And then you see doctors, nurses and other staff passing by smiling and chatting as if nothing is going on...I admire them actually because I'm not at all capable of acting "normal" inside that building. Perhaps some here know much better than me how to deal with it ;)
In fact, when we got near my cousin's bed, I didnt even pronounce one single word. I kept staring at him, making things even worse. I had 10 thousand words what to say to him but I just couldnt. Obviously, I hadnt the courage to ask him what resulted from the tests and what's to proceed neither. But thank god there was mum with me (who is much a better speaker than I am) and a television (at least I could pretend that I'm watching tv). But visiting F was only a small part of the visit to my dear Luke, because the majority of the time was spent treasure-hunting.
Well that's what I think those who saw us thought! There's not a room in St. Luke's which I didnt pay a visit to yesterday. We knew that F was a patient in a particular hall so we didnt ask at the reception. We checked the sings at the entrance and headed as directed. But to our great disbelief the hall had another name. We asked the staff several times and were sent to different places none of which mathced our target. We also asked some passers by but to no avail. We also met some others who were looking for the same room but who did not succeed either. We returned to the reception for better results (we hoped) but still the information was not correct. But at least the nurse at the desk of this section knew that recently some halls changed their location and we were finally sent to our destination.
Phew! That was one horrible hour knowing how I am with hospitals :S But anyways, that's history now. All I hope for now is for my dear coz to feel better because he didnt look that good to me yesterday :(
In fact, when we got near my cousin's bed, I didnt even pronounce one single word. I kept staring at him, making things even worse. I had 10 thousand words what to say to him but I just couldnt. Obviously, I hadnt the courage to ask him what resulted from the tests and what's to proceed neither. But thank god there was mum with me (who is much a better speaker than I am) and a television (at least I could pretend that I'm watching tv). But visiting F was only a small part of the visit to my dear Luke, because the majority of the time was spent treasure-hunting.
Well that's what I think those who saw us thought! There's not a room in St. Luke's which I didnt pay a visit to yesterday. We knew that F was a patient in a particular hall so we didnt ask at the reception. We checked the sings at the entrance and headed as directed. But to our great disbelief the hall had another name. We asked the staff several times and were sent to different places none of which mathced our target. We also asked some passers by but to no avail. We also met some others who were looking for the same room but who did not succeed either. We returned to the reception for better results (we hoped) but still the information was not correct. But at least the nurse at the desk of this section knew that recently some halls changed their location and we were finally sent to our destination.
Phew! That was one horrible hour knowing how I am with hospitals :S But anyways, that's history now. All I hope for now is for my dear coz to feel better because he didnt look that good to me yesterday :(
Monday, September 04, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
Regno delle anime
I used to love cartoons as a kid...well everybody does I think. Lately, my friend sent me this link http://regnodelleanime.gamesurf.it/l.htm and I found myself lost in this world of fantasy once again. Memories from the past keep coming back with each cartoon character and phrases like "those were the days" couldn't but be expressed. But anyways, thanks to sites like this one, such thought-free moments can be re-enjoyed. This time with a bigger smile on your face as you get to remember you as a little child on your grandma's sofa being forcefully fed by your aunt as you are alienated watching your favourite cartoon hehe
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