A day after Christmas now and the supervisor told the bug to take a rest. She realized she needed it after all. Her bones felt the stress and when she was on the net with "man_n_bed" last night he told her she needed to go back to the gym.
The morning is quite cold, and it does feel good to spend some extra hours inside the duvet. The mind could not help but wander though, how has the year been? The thoughts could drift from every crevices in memory now.
The bug changed home and cities at least five times. Oh she could not believe that ! but she did. Time had put acquaintances into a sieve and sifted it for the bug to see who remained for her to take. They were at least the same old people and just a couple more. Yes, New Zealand friendship do exist and survive through time.
Professionally, she is so grateful for Heaven's blessings. At some point of confusion and total darkness divine intercession lead the bug out of the storm into one bright horizon and put the sun up to brighten her world. This could be the best that happen to D'Bug this year. It gave her the testimony of unconditional love and faithfulness of an ever powerful and bounteous Lover who never left her alone. This thing always bring tears of joy, amazement and humility to her soul.
As a bug are some points of learning and surely things to apologize for. The bug has realized how careless she has been with money. The bug at one time had mindlessly thrown her life into wasteful weaknesses and almost lose it all, now she has to pay the price. A broken wing has been mended, some bruises and abrasions healed - It was hard but in faith the bug can do it with her own - COOL,CALM and QUIET manner.
The Bug had spent sometime in the net attracting and accumulating too much virus to mess her computer. That is only a minor offense. Along the way of her journey, she had caused some eyebrows raised when husbands of wives were mesmerized spending more than enough time talking to her. The bug is sorry but never ever really dreamt of borrowing anyone of them ... she was just enjoying the conversation to stimulate her wits.
The bug was almost trapped by a tattooed and pierced creature. She was at one time fascinated with a voice that sounded romantic and soothing to lie beside her on some lonely nights. The romantic calisthenics with such an impersonal voice could never last. In times of depression, the bug hang on the strong instructions from a distant mentor and on some lonely nights slept with some kind of comfort from another distant "admirer". Everyone in this paragraph were all the bits and pieces of the different colours to the portrait of a bug's life. 2008 could never be the time for emotional delays the journey must move on.
Now D'Bug could smile. It may be a tough year with all such drastic and violent changes but so long 2008 ... life must go on.
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