Not only my birthday, but also the moping.
Another year older in three hours time.
Another day in three hours time, too.
I don’t feel excited, or miserable. In fact, it would feel like just any other night, save for the incessant inner nagging that I should be feeling excited, or miserable.
Nothing is happening. And I don’t expect anything to. Truly. Yeah, I said that too many times. “I don’t expect anything to happen” – and then went on to bawl my eyes out when nothing did. I remember last year - I was so emo because no one seemed to remember my birthday. Then, my friends went and do their magic and it became my best birthday ever. For that, I am still thankful (and bashful, thanks to The Amazing Roya).
But this year, I don’t feel a thing.
I just sit in my room, preparing my lesson plan for tomorrow, doing the obligatory birthday post, too drugged with paracetamol to write anything remotely funny, bopping my head to Jack Johnson’s Hope.
Your reflection is a blur
Out of focus
But in confusion
The frames the sun did burn
At the end of a roll of dellusions
A ghost waiting its turn
Now I see can right through it
It's a warning that nobody heard
It will teach you
To love what you’re afraid of
After it takes away
All that you learn to love
But you don’t
Always
Have to hold to your head
Higher than your heart
Out of focus
But in confusion
The frames the sun did burn
At the end of a roll of dellusions
A ghost waiting its turn
Now I see can right through it
It's a warning that nobody heard
It will teach you
To love what you’re afraid of
After it takes away
All that you learn to love
But you don’t
Always
Have to hold to your head
Higher than your heart
Lyrics so deep I’m still struggling to understand.
Even though I’m just paddling on the surface of the song, somehow it feels like it is speaking to me. I feel like I’m missing something.
Oh yeah, my birthday. That’s what.
My birthday wish is that I am not having H1N1 flu.
Try and top that for Ways to Keep People Away during Your Birthday.
SMSes still welcomed though. Virus doesn’t spread virtually, unless you are talking about computer bugs and stupidity.
By the way, thanks for the early wishes =)
And thanks to all of YOU for helping me reach where I am today. If there is one thing worth celebrating for, it is YOU.
*Blows a virtual, virus-free kiss*
1 comment:
i luv this post!
speaks so true about everything..
i think its the 22 effect.
:)
mwaaahh!
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