November 2008


I have a confession to make. 

I actually feel embarrassed every time my birthday comes along.  I know that sounds weird and I swear my brain hasn’t gone wonky because of overexposure to the air here in Cairo.  But I reckon that its because of all the extra and somewhat “over-the-top” attention that one gets on that day.  The icing on the cake (note: pun and sarcasm intended) is the (usually) off-key birthday song sung either in gusto (the enthusiastic karaoke die-hards) or in awkward semi-silence (the just-as-embarrassed ones).  Perhaps it is also because I find it hard to understand the significance of celebrating aging. I mean, you are actually saying “congrats” and “have a happy day” because I just turned 32?  That I am one year further away from my youth?  Not much sense if you asked me.  And to add insult to injury, I do not get much presents to ameliorate the pain of growing older – in fact, I received much much more presents during Christmas! 

So tell me, what’s the story behind birthdays? … and I do think it is this, something I just realized this year, having just spent this day away from home – the real reasons for birthdays are to scramble to renew and reaffirm that often-neglected friendship (especially in ‘rat-race’ Singapore); to use this opportunity to say “hey, I care”; and to thank God that He has made that person on that day.

More importantly, it is the perfect excuse to eat lots of cakes (and usually other unhealthy greasy food), have a beer and sing aloud without being penalised, all in the name of the birthday boy or girl!  So if you are reading this, cheers and have another slice of cake on my behalf!  Also, birthday presents should be conveyed to my Singapore address and not to Egypt please.

 

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The author of this entry would like to clarify that the above was penned down ‘tongue-in-cheek’.  He still enjoys celebrating birthdays but would prefer that more money be spent on getting him presents rather than on the birthday cake, food and drinks. 

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i will never know but perhaps finally you have found true joy and freedom … 

for what is living when you can only breathe and look at the beautiful world thru those sad eyes of yours … 

yet what i do know, i can tell you, you need not suffer anymore coz you are in a better place now, in Jesus comforting arms …

we will miss you Auntie Jenny, and my heart will always recall fondly those beautiful cheescakes you baked for me, coz you know how much i love them … 

goodbye my dear Aunt