date: Saturday, April 23, 2005 @ 11:28 pm
title: Story..
Once upon a time, in the eastern side of Singapore, a baby was born.
He was the third and the last child of the Kng family,
but was rated as the least and the last among his relatives' family.
Before he could walk by himself,
he was marked as a curse to the family.
A curse sworn by his father's father that he is nothing but trouble.
His father took it quite hard on himself and to him as well.
Father's love was absent in his growth.
He learnt everything by himself and stood up with he fell.
No one helped him, not even his father.
When people praised his sons, he only presented one,
and hid the other one behind the closet.
The baby was just a shadow of his elder brother
that noone knows the baby's presence.
Photos of his brother filled the photobooks,
with just a few spaces saved for the baby.
People assumed that's the younger brother,
but none would dare to mention his name.
A few years passed and his father's mind was still on the past.
Rejecting one and love the other,
showered love for the elder
and shoved the other into labour,
working hard and panting hard for he's just child waiting to be enslave.
He climbed and fell, climbed and fell.
Until one day his knees cannot take it anymore,
he sat by the floor, crying and crying.
His father thought he was throwing a tantrum
and rebuked him even before asking for the cause.
Another few years were gone, his parents dun go to church anymore.
They treated the business more important than God
and freed the son by his own, whether to go church or not.
Strangers asked for his parents but he could only say 'I dun know.'
They praised him to be such a good boy,
even when the parents weren't in church,
he stood firm in church with the only hope
that they would come back one day with him
but he knew it was hopeless with tears down his cheeks
when he saw his friends' parents hand-in-hand with them.
They scoffed him as a loner,
no parents no brother in church.
For his brother was seen as a betrayer to the church
as he left without saying anything to the leaders.
He had to carry the family burden with not a word spoken.
His mother was a servant, had to cook and tend the family business.
She felt that business was more important,
and gave up cooking and package food for him everyday.
He had been longing for his mother's cooking, but it was futile anyway.
He ate and became fat.
He knew he had to be slim and ate less,
that was even before his 10th birthday.
He grew up sad and sadder.
Until pimples flourished on his face.
He was a disgrace to his father and was treated even harsher.
He didn't give any love and expect to be love.
he cursed him and he threw him that look, whispering 'it's the end.'
He knew he was dead.
He grew older with no friends.
Lost his childhood friend in one day,
noone wants to be his friend,
for he had a pimple face.
He was lonely but no one cares.
He tried to commit suicide when he was after 10,
until one day he was saved.
saved by the Devil with the mask
asking him whether want to sell his soul,
in exchange for a bar of gold.
He was a fool to agree to it,
ended up losing everything.
He grew much older by his own.
Drove to school by his father,
with a social contact written that in exchange
he had to labour for free in his office.
He loved read but was forbidden to go to library,
ended up always failing English.
His mother was worried
and gave him tutor to help him,
but he hated it and wasted their money for nothing.
'Good-for-nothing' was his middle name,
did not badly for PSLE.
But compared to his brother,
he was really nothing.
People in Maris Stella spoke in fluent English,
he, however, couldn't do it.
Ended up being called a 'rapist',
for no reason he accepted it.
He was gay and happy,
for nobody knew about his family
and also his brother's glory.
Scout was his life.
He poured his sweat and blood into it,
and gained what he felt was an achievement.
Until the day, his parents scolded him to be a fool,
to be a leader among his peers.
He was questioning what was their problem
and found that they were not proud of him ever.
They didn't come to any of his prize receiving awards
and during Parents-meeting Session, he was the only one alone.
He wanted to commit suicide again,
but didn't want to lose everything again with a jump from his window
down 16 levels onto the floor.
he chickened out and stayed at home,
decided not to try unless he was forced.
English was his flaw.
Literature was his thorn.
He swore forever to hate them and blamed his parents for his faults.
He studied hard and slept little,
with his kindled hope for a science course,
with this mindset of following his brother,
in order to gain their support.
He studied for his parents,
but they scoffed at him, 'Good-for-nothing.'
He cried every night, hoping that he had jumped
to end his miserable life that time.
Before the year came to a stop,
he was forced to go to his brother's church camp,
over there he met God.
shocked to find that he had been fooled by his church,
of wrong doctrines and of the real God.
He struggled with his choice for where to go,
Christmas came and he made a choice.
Served two churches and waited upon on God.
Ended up wasting one year, den quitted both.
For he had found the church that he was hoping for.
He did not forget his family's burden and return to make his withdrawal,
he was scoffed and slapped, but for his love for God,
he stood up and left.
He asked God to forgive them and hoping
that they would wake up one day
and find that they had wasted their days on nothing but fame.
He didn't say good bye to two girls over there,
hoping that one day they would say, 'bring me to your church!'
for he loved them very much, more than a brother should be.
He trusted in God for his studies,
read his bible daily on the days of his O's exam.
He went for exam with a brain that memorized the only sentence:
'Seek first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness
and all will be added to you.'
He got 12 points in the end,
felt that he didn't deserve it for he had not studied,
but he praised God and left Maris Stella, smiling heartily.
Before he got his results back,
he was posted to SR for 3 months.
He didn't expect much but to a loner once again.
Without a notice before hand, a loner became a socialite.
People from OG was great, spent lots of time together and played.
He found it hard to take, but enjoyed was what it takes.
Sadly, it was time of constant change. He was again posted to CG.
Unexpected again, they were another bunch of splendid.
Studied and played. Studied and played.
He was happy everyday,
until one day, he met the Cedarians who added colour and taste
to his overheated social circle.
Unpredictable, life was his.
Unpredictable.
Life was happy and OK.
Until the day that he was again posted to another place,
SA was the place.
A place for which he waited for 4 years
and finally it was his.
Disappointed he might be,
as his dream school wasn't what he wished.
He asked God again why it was like this,
He said nothing but smiled to him.
Posted to another OG again.
this time, people weren't the same.
They expected to be like the old days,
where their old mates were there again.
However, he made a wish on his birthday that everyone to be OK,
the next day, things were changed but again they had to change,
change to another CG and forever it remains unchanged.
Now he is still in his new CG,
wondering what will happen next.
