7th September.
Miraculously, I was awake after 12am. Well, only for one purpose though. To read my birthday sms-es!! I'm glad my number wasn't circulated. I don't want to receive wishes just because someone told them to do it. It's meaningless and pointless. I'm not expecting the whole world to remember, anyway. Well, let's take a look at what happened on the 5th.
I went to school with a heart that was half apprehensive and frenzied. I wondered if anyone( besides the one telling me that she had gotten something for me) remembered. If no one did, I wouldn't mind because I've been thinking about this thing called retribution(more about it another time).
Well, as I settle down on the gritty floor and opened the musty pages of my "Pride and Prejudice", someone passes a wrapped present to me. Imagine my surprise when I found out who is was from! I never expected her to give me a present. I was kind of touched. And my classmate goes "See,so many people remember(or something like that)." I'm like, yeah, right, one person? But I digress. Right after mass PE(when the whole school exercises together), as we were walking back to class, I heard one of them behind me. "Hey, you wanna give it to her now?" and the next thing I knew, "Rachael! This is for you!". I had to act pleasantly surprised, so, "Oh wow, thanks a lot! Thank you so much! I'm so touched. *sniff*".
Happy enough, we headed to class. Everything was pretty normal, till a particular lesson where 2 groups of people presented me with their gifts. Haha. Well, I had 3 gifts. A happy house keyboard cushion(e piggy one with lots of hearts), which is meant to be used as a sleeping cushion(great for camps!). A adorable hand-made bear(made out of clay???), which just sits there and looks at you and my personal favourite(shhh... ... don't tell), an Orange Tigger cushion(!!!) and a Tigger drawstring bag!! Oh and a frog mug, haha, cute.
Well, well, well, there are people who do care enough to remember. And I think of retribution. I wasn't really estatic, for some reason. I kept thinking, well, I guess this is all. Not much is it? But then again, I close my eyes and try my darndest to be utterly grateful and thankful. At least I received some great gifts from people who actually have enough love and kindness in their hearts; rather then gifts from wolves in sheeps' clothing.
went home weary. glad but a tad sorrowful. i hate these contradicting feelings. decided to open one present on saturday morning then on sunday morning. and that would be it. no more.
