My friends are gone. They'll be eating char koay teow while I am poring through balance sheets. They'll be cycling while I am surfing the web. They will enjoy the smell of the rainforest while I am sucking air from SBS buses. They will have a good night's sleep after miles of pedaling, while I will toss and turn in bed.
This morning, I wanted to send them off at 6am. But I was dead tired, and too ashamed. I hope they come back happy, and I be happy too.
3 comments:
Don't be sad lah, at least your wallet & passport still intact!
Grr... hope the $#@%^&!! bugger who stole my stuff suffers a long, slow, excruciating, disfiguring and debilitating death; hope his nether regions get infected with pus and gangrene and organs rot off and finally, may a thousand incurable-diseased carrying fleas infest his orifices...
Ho Ho Ho...
William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697:
As you'll answer it, take heed
This Slave commit no Violence upon
Himself. I've been deceiv'd. The Publick Safety
Requires he should be more confin'd; and none,
No not the Princes self, permitted to
Confer with him. I'll quit you to the King.
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
“Where vice is vengeance follows.” ~ Scottish Proverb quote
“On wrongs swift vengeance waits.”
~ Alexander Pope
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