That' the secret to life

"That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another...."

-Charles M Schulz-

I woke up in a chirpy mood this morning, looking forward to yet another wonderful day with great passion (surprisingly for it’s not a common phenomenon, since I’m still ages away from menopause, a malfunction in the hormone secretion would definitely do me the favour). Was on my way to the kitchen, cracking my head as what I shall have for breakie, then I spotted an envelope with my name printed on it. I’ve got a mail! What could be more welcoming than receiving a mail on Saturday?

Like a joyful kid who’s eager to discover the surprises hidden in his birthday gifts, I hurriedly walked across the room and sank my butt into the shabby sofa. Without a word I ripped the envelope opened just to realize it was the last thing I wanted to see on this beautiful Saturday.

I could feel my muscles tightened and the next minute, I was swearing and cursing…..

You might not see this often from me, but sometimes however decent a lady claims to be, cursing and swearing are inevitable, especially at this very moment. I was FURIOUS!

I was heavily taxed and that was hell lots of money! I worked my ass off and this was what I’ve got in return. They even sent me a guide to help me understanding my tax calculation from the year 6 April 2007 to 5 April 2008. How thoughtful of them, if only they could pay me back my bloody hard-earned wages…

I was dumbfounded. What a big surprise.

Something I learned from Scouse: F*ckin’ell
* It’s supposed to be f***ingHell, but they don’t stress on the ‘G’ and ‘H’ sound*