The B and the D day

For the last 4 years i have not been able to celebrate my B-day...i acknowledged the fact that it is the date of my birth, but not necessarily celebrates it to the truest sense of the word.

The date 22nd day of May for me is the day of a tragic loss for the whole family, especially for me. May 22, 2004 was the beginning of the D-day, year after year it's no more B-day for me, it's the death anniversary of someone special.

5/22--is a cursed day...tagged to be mourn not to be celebrated. It's a day to be remembered as a huge and painful loss of a loved one ...

Justice has not been served...whilst the eradicator adds another year of freedom from his unpaid transgression, all i could say is that I'm a non-believer of justice anymore.

Though the feeling did not worsen nor improved-- lately, a lot of people have made me realized that there's always a reason to be thankful for, for the past 25 years have been a gift to me. Someone told me this morning that "you should think what your father feels whenever you mourn the day he surely considers special".

I guess it wouldn't hurt to put a smile instead of a furrowed face and a grumpy attitude.

Expect a better me I guess?

Cheers!