it's the ironic & controversial rhapsody of an ambiguous bert

Today is my 18th birthday. Finally I turn the age where buying alcohol and cigarettes is legal and if I get convicted of any felony, I get thrown behind bars instead of some dark "gansterly" boys home. (You go to jail bad boy!!)

Anyway, my birthday is not exactly turning out the way I had hoped it would be. Of course, I had foresee that other than the 7th of Dec being a typical boring day, it could be a lousy day. More often than not reality is cruel to us; 7th of Dec is a lousy lousy day. (lousy x 2, or perhaps more)

I'm going through some major family crisis. It's in fact the biggest crisis I've ever faced in my entire short life of 1.8 decade. Forgive the cliche but my entire world fell apart and came tumbling down when I received that one little phone call made by my youngest sister on Monday night and worsened by the second little phone call, this time made by my uncle, on yesterday night.

I even saw you online and I thought perhaps of Daylight Saving Time or Greenwich Mean Time or whatever stupid time thingy it is, it's probably 6th of Dec over at where you are. I told myself perhaps that was the reason you did not wish me anything, not happy birthday nor even a simple "hello". I think I sound pretty silly. I guess you had really forgotten.

posted by bert @ 2:03 AM