A week is approaching its end - just the right time for the birth of a whole new month. May it is, everyone, May has come. And the world rejoiced at its grand arrival, for it brings with it a day which everyone can breathe properly without having to worry if the bosses regard their yawns as a means of procrastination.
In short, it's Labour Day, people. A day for labourers, a day labourers reign supreme.
Where art thou, my brothers and sisters, my eyes and ears, my fellow comrades who trudged through the past nineteen years (for goodness sake, NINETEEN!) by my side? Where are you people, to whom I'd love to share my day of liberation, however short it is, with?
And I look around, and I find only the vicious ants in the house.
Sarcastic enough, the only voice talking to me comes from that grey box with stereo speakers. And I could not even see his face for he has none.
"It's not over, try to do it right this time around. It's not over, but a part of me is dead and in the ground..." Chris Daughtry's voice boomed from that grey box and reverberated in the very hall I plant myself in. Well, maybe those little birdies are harmonizing with him.
Yeah, it's not over yet, my loneliness. How long, just how long, are you going to stick around me.
Tis the day of celebration, yet where are the faces I am celebrating with? That's right. In Ipoh, in Singapore, and even in Canada. And what am I doing here, being so far apart! They can't even hear my call, at all.
Happiness shared is happiness doubled. No phrase more true at this moment. Because my First of May 2008 is now but another mundane of the week.
