I am no longer excited about my birthday like I used to when I was younger. Birthdays as a child meant that you are sure you'll be getting presents and cake and ice cream. As the years passed, birthdays became more and more depressing.
Whenever my family and I go out to celebrate, I am always sure that a fight or a disagreement would occur thus spoiling what should have been a fun evening or day. Our disagreements are usually the result of not choosing or planning ahead where to go and eat. So I've decided not to celebrate it with them, at least on the date itself.
I have more fun spending it with friends. I have friends for years and I thought that since they knew me so well that they were bound to give me good presents. To my bitter disappointment, they were not. Sure its the thought that counts, but after years of receiving coin purses and beauty products, what thoughts went through their heads for giving me such items? Do I look like I am in desperate need of lotions, facial masks and such? Am I always losing spare change that I need 5 coin purses?
The only birthday that I have enjoyed fully was two years ago, when my beau cooked his version of spaghetti. It was spicy and peppery, what's more, it was cooked with love.
We spent that day together, happily watching
This year, I am hoping to spend it with important people in my life. Especially with my beau who will be leaving me again for Bangkok on the 15th to finish his masteral studies. It will be heartbreaking to have spent such a happy day with him only to end with him leaving.
Oh well..
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