date: Sunday, March 27, 2005 @ 11:15 pm
title: Heaven
Actually..
I'm quite immune to my own birthday.. maybe its the expectation on that day seems to be less significant to me. More like a usual day to me, with slightly less job for me to do. Surely, no need to assist mum @ her place, give housecleaning a break and wait to receive ang bao(s).
This year..
everything was late and bleaky.
No present.. which is a good thing. I will chuck it somewhere ulu ulu in my room and tends to remember it a few months after my birthday.. Mum never buy me anything except for a cake.
That night, she explained why she brought the cheese cake for me.
Cos 3 years ago, she vaguely seen me with my tiny puny slice of cake, celebrating by myself.. Belah!! she always brings up the oldie on newie days..
Blessed me with my depressing past on MY DAY!!
>_< Good on you, Mum!!
Ang bao came one day later by my brother, who still doesn't know what I like..
Mum decided to bank in my 'ang bao'... and usually either she remembers it or she will completely forget until she found out I have withdrawn a huge lump sum.. that's when table talk comes next, on the very next day after she updates my bankbook.
Well.. MY DAY's over.. l
ong over.. so let's not dwell into it anymore.
18th is the next one, which is the one that I dun look forward to. It's kind of personal thing here, so if I disappeared before my time is coming. Dun be surprise. I have gave my advance inform lar..
HeavenParanoia is my being,
paradox is my feeling.
Oxymoron stays by my knees,
oxygen is only what I need.
Fill me with your assurance,
fit me in your insurance.
Mountains of uncertainity,
mounts to nothing but thee.
Exhausted, am I.
Exile, where I.
Forgive my transgression,
for grave is where I quench.
Rest in peace , but not for long.
For revival in east, lords along.
O Holy Ghost touch me deep,
send me to O Highest to dip,
O Fragrance of Heaven..
O Fragrance of Heaven.
