So I discovered, during my mother’s birthday dinner, that my family (and extended family) will be travelling within Barcelona in May. Without me. And they will return a day after my birthday. I mean, FFS, I’m more unhappy with how it looks than anything else. I know my family doesn’t care about birthdays in general, but seriously?
Anyway, speaking of not caring for birthdays:
- Lainie: Haha, you’re 28 now Deb!
- Mum: Debbie, are you 28?
- Debleow: Yeah.
- Lainie: Ma I’m three years older than Deb Leow.
- Mum: You mean you’re 31 years old?
My strongest memories of my birthday are:
1) In Japan with chitoo, (happily) unable to celebrate at night because we were so full from Ramen Jiro lunch.
2) Getting an SMS while in university, from my father: “Happy birthday Kim, love, mum, dad and Gazel”. Turning to Risha and saying “Did my family just spend 5 sen on me for my birthday? Or, about 1 sen each?”
3) The beginning of Risha and I competing on who could spend less on each other’s birthdays. I gave her a stick of Wrigley’s chewing gum that had specks in it (not the whole pack). She thought I gave her moldy gum. She gave me fresh air and sunshine. Where she found the fresh air in Subang SS15, I don’t know. She might still owe me the fresh air. Anyway, I spent less than the cost of an SMS on her so I think I will probably always win. WhatsApp these days makes it easier though.
4) My teenage birthday, being taken to the food court next to my school, crying into my food as I was impatiently instructed that not only was this my favourite food, but I was to finish all of it and be grateful. My sister sulked. My mother was upset at me. I didn’t think my family’s occasional attempt to celebrate each other’s existence could be so dismal, but it was.
5) Coming home from school as a kid, being surprised with a birthday cake by my family.
6) Having my friends in crutches race each other away from the Japanese BBQ place after dinner. It was wrong, it started accidentally, but it was quite funny when it happened.
Hrm. No wonder I don’t usually pay much attention to birthdays. Or have so few memories of them. Because the majority of them were spent with family, and unfortunately, not many great years there. These days, I just go for dinner with friends and call it a day. Mum’s actual birthday is tomorrow, on the eve of CNY.