ARANI ISSA!... Phew!

I am writing and writing, and sounding like a mad typist on a manic bipolar day. My head hurts, my nails are probably getting shorter because of the friction with the keyboard keys. And I think I'm going slightly mad. But I have a deadline. And that is Sunday. Silly day for a deadline, but it's still a deadline. But i cannot take much more of this. I have to write 35 articles for ARANI ISSA!'s entire season of programmes. I'm up to 15, it's more than half to go. I am becoming a medical expert, writing about rhinoplasty, breast reductions, augmentations, ears pinned, liposuction, tummy-tucks, weight management, corrective laser eye surgery, cataracts, dental treatment and gum disease, laser scar removal, laser hair removal, hair transplants, tissue expansion, rejuvenation procedures, psychological issues, obsessive compulsive behaviour, sad childhoods, even sadder marriages and breakups, drug addiction, alcohol abuse... it just goes on and on. And although I am grumbling because 35 articles in a week is a hard deadline, I realise I am writing about pain. ARANI ISSA might seem a quick miracle fix, but to us who work behind the scenes, well it takes its toll on us too. Or maybe it's just me. But knowing all about what leads to the reason why a woman would want to inflate her breasts, or why a man would want a serious tummy-tuck; well it's all the same. We are living in a world which worships image. And while image is nice, what about what's all behind it. It is the same; a search for acceptance by other lesser mortals. Because some people have been bullied beyond reason, or else they have been made to feel like freaks by today's society which supposedly celebrates diversity. And what is worse is that it seems as if we insular farts on this tiny island think it is our business to accept or not accept. It is not the same in London, where everyone is so busy you'd think you were invisible. No, here we have to point and stare and look and giggle. Shame on you Malta. Because while I am here trying to meet my deadline while writing about medical procedures, I am writing about all the pain these people have had to endure. And this is coming out of the Maltese 'generosity'!!!!! Yeah right. Stuff it!

The God Issue

I have an an anonymous someone reading my blog. No problem with that. It's also a God-loving someone who is reading my blog. No problem with that either. But it's funny not in the funny way. Funny how this someone thinks goodness and evil are responsible for all the shit that happens in life. What about all the good things? Me, I think that both the bad and the good come from life. That is what life is all about. And no, just in case this someone thinks I do, I don't blame God and I don't blame devils either. I was brought up to think that God meant goodness, a loving God. And if it's a loving God then He does not bestow on us trials and tribulations. That wouldn't be fair, in the sense, why did she get less shit than me, and why did the other get it worse? No. my God is someone who watches day and night, even when we are so consumed with the on-goings of the 2008 world. What happens in life is determined by ourselves, where we happen to be, who we meet, what we do, and perhaps by fate. Because my God seems to have a penchant for free-will to his followers, so He is actually powerless on what happens. It is a powerful God if he so desired, but not just now, maybe later. If I think swearing and killing is one cool way to live, God cannot stop me because He said He would give me free will. If I choose to pray every day it is not because God decides to robot me into action but because of what I decide to do. But then again, free will is love. In love, of any form, we have to be as selfless as to be able to let our loved one go. God does not take them, that is total bullshit. Illness takes them, disease, accidents or the circle of life. God is there to pick us up regardless of whether we ask Him because He is sorry that we are hurting. It would be a cruel God had He to just wake up one day and say, " hmmm let's see what kind of trial I'm giving AnnMarie today..." It would be an even crueler God had He to behave in such a manner and expect more love and praise in return. Let's be real, can anybody praise someone who is cruel? No. It is against everything. If we have to love ourselves first, then it cannot work that way. So please let's forget the flowery language of God being a number 1 friend bla bla bla. God is God. That's enough.