Sunday, February 24, 2008
argh, it's my birthday again. i know i know, you'll probably be thinking, shouldn't it be a joyous occasion? but then again, i don't wanna get older. i mean.. 1 year older, 1 year closer to death, that's how my dad always puts it. & though i don't wanna admit it, he's absolutely right. so what so great about a birthday? it was simply the day my mum suffered so much pain those 17 years ago. the day she screamed in labour and endured it just for a crying baby to come out. its the day i was taken from God's arms and placed into this world to endure hardships. so what's worth celebrating? the fact that i survived 17 years on this planet? think about it, its true.
haha, but i do thank God for my birthday. it was the day God first breathed life into me, and now He's been doing so for 17 whole years. now that's something to be thankful for. so a birthday's a birthday. to me, it isn't a big deal. in the past, i used to celebrate it every year. but now, i just don't see the need to. 2 people i do thank though, God, and my mum. for obvious reasons.
so, to all those who wished me and celebrated with me, thank you.
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