Pages from My Diary

I am freaking out, I mean seriously freaking out! On a sunny day of April I woke up to read a horrible post on Facebook that turned my whole world upside down. It said the end was near. It had a lot of statistical data to back the claim, as well as a lot of religion stuff that compelled me to believe that I was actually going to die soon. The post said something about the 3rd of August (the date was converted from Hijri calender) and I waited eagerly for death to arrive, but I was surprised when I woke up on the 4th of August. The previous day had been forgotten because of my workload and I hadn't even noticed! But this time it's not the same. Apparently some Mayan smart-pants had predicted this ages ago, and although the statistical data does not say anything about the world coming to an end on the 21st of December, it is said that a terrible debacle will take place (probably an earthquake) which will kill as many as 90% people of the earth, leaving the rest to carry ...

I never imagined I'd write such a post ever in my life. Being so optimistic and positive about all the things in my life, a thought of such an incident never crossed my mind. 11 March, 2011. My only cat Mini gave birth to three kittens. At first we were worried. We had never thought of raising one cat, and had been gifted with four! The cats grew up, and filled our life with many colorful memories. They were pretty healthy, except for occasional sickness, such as cold. They would sneeze for a day or two, then they came round again. Our fears started to peak when all three of the babies got some sort of diarrhoea. We don't live in a very well developed country, so having very good vets and good treatment is actually far beyond our imagination. But still my dad went to this local hospital and asked a vet what could be done about this. That moron suggested that the cats be given human medicines, and told him that there was no alternative. That night we tried a lot to forc...