Righto. Murdered by a good friend. I wonder which? I don't believe in past lives but just a thought: if we each had past lives, did we have the same affinity, as we do with each other now, then? Would we have known the same people? Would we have the same idiosyncrasies? Would we have made the same mistakes, the same wrong decisions, all over again? Perhaps not.
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.