Beautiful Me

Prologue

1997. The world didn't start out very nice for me. Let's see... in January... a rocket named Delta II was carrying a military GPS; however, it exploded shortly after liftoff. There were also violence...January 18th, 6 Spanish aid workers and 3 soldiers were killed by Rwanda Hutu militia members. Few weeks later, we hit February. 4th to be exact. 2 Israeli troop-transporting helicopters collide on their way to Lebanon, killing 73 people. And on the 23rd, there's a fire in Russian Space station Mir, and in 27th, Divorce becomes legal in Ireland.

Few days later, as if the world demanded for more negative things, March 6th patiently awaits.

"Pablo Picasso's Tete de Femme is stolen from a London Gallery" O.o

Wait what?!? Stolen?!? A painting by a famous artist stolen?!? Yet, later, things gets worse. March 31, Teletubbies premieres on BBC2. Oh Lord!

It seems to get quiet. UNTIL April 22. Another FREKIN' violence. 93 villagers are killed in Algeria. That same day, hostage crisis, at the residence of Japanese ambassador in Peru, ends, rescuing 71 hostages; HOWEVER, one dies of a heart attack, 2 soldiers were killed by rebels, and all 14 Tupac Amaru rebels were slain. Funny that the next day, another massacre in Algeria occurs. April 29, two trains crash in China killing 126 people. For some reason, the world just doesn't want to stay in peace.

Oops. I lied. "Every cloud has a silver lining." ...... Man, whoever came up with that phrase is a genius! June hits. Well, to be exact, June 14 hits. I was born, the same day Helmut Fischer (German actor) and Richard Jaeckel (American actor) died, but darn it... Wikipedia forgot to write that I was born. Anyways here I was, smiling like a stupid person. Well, first I cried when I was in the hospital. Mom tells me its because I was naked, but I am not really sure why. A naive and innocent baby was born, so that's suppose to be a good thing right?

Well, the world kept on wanting more and more depressing events. September 5th, our beloved Mother dies....that is Mother Teresa, not my mom. Stock market around the world crashes in November. And in December... I don't even want to know about it. Seriously, I was born on the wrong year. Seems like it was Friday the 13th everyday. Born with No phones, No internet, and only unfavorable events. Sometimes life's unfair, even when you are 0.

PS: Thank you for reading the prologue of MY story XD Hope you like it.... I am not a good writer, and very lazy...meaning I won't be writing every single day or week. I will try to be consistent though. I am trying to make this very approachable to any strangers who is reading this.... Anyways as time passes by if you have any questions or themes or topics you want to know about me, just comment below (I will try to answer them through my stories...may be as one chapter)