date: Saturday, February 26, 2005 @ 11:36 pm
title: Book of Grievances: Part II
"Happy Birthday to myself.
Happy Birthday to myself.
Happy Birthday. Happy Birth..."
I remembered that on my 14th birthday. My parents shoved a red 10-buck note at me to buy a cake for myself. They remembered it but was too tired to celebrate with me..
I strolled along the alley by the HDB, cold night wind blew against my cheeks. A tingling sensation along my horizon.. I was about to explode into tears. There wasn't any warm in the house, just a home made up of four cold walls.
The cake was a cake. Nothing speical about it. Even though the phrase, ' Happy Birthday' was impressed on the top. Clinche was the word to describe my feeling upon those fading words.
I wept myself to sleep. Asking 'why me only?'.. I found no answer to my question. I was alone.
Unexpectedly. An envelope was found chucked on my study table. Inside this yellow enevlope was a card for someone's special day. It was for me.. by my sister.
She Rox! but not for long...
I was back into my shell again. I was overdepressed.
I looked over the window and scanned the surrounding below.
DO IT OR NEVER!!
Never was the final answer.
I think it was the Spirit of the God that came into me and made me so timid of suiciding.
He made me feel so frustrating cold, that my fingers were numb and legs were icy freezed.
That was the turning point of my life.
