My life is fucked.
For no reason at all,
that's just how it runs.
Who said I'm not glad.
Feb. 27, my sister and mom sent me money for my birthday.
I wrote to Dad how much I missed him,
worked all day,
I wasn't able to get up to go out with friends.
Feb. 28, Sunday, Lendro cooked dinner for my birthday eve,
It was cool,
maybe how I want things, perhaps,
less the cholesterol of course.
March 1, I was sitting in my computer just doing fuzz.
Dale treated me for a dinner in Hap Chang.
Dimsum stuffs, really my favorites.
March 2, I had an exhibit for Shu Uemura,
I asked Anton for help,
Wouldn't have done it without him.
all the greetings, the work I made,
it was all so wonderful that I kept on bowing my head everytime.
Blame me for being Chinese, I'd say.
I slept all night for I was too exhausted.
Today is March 2,
watched Skins, listed my stuffs to do,
and then I'd have to make 4 presentations.
and I have a birthday celebration to attend to.
Mine, that is.
'm never big on my own birthday,
I don't know..
But I hope one day, I'd be.
I just hope tonight goes well.
as I've said,
Happy Birthday Cunt.