Birthday Blues

Just celebrated Valentina's birthday today, had a fantastic time with her... However, as I see her off that afternoon, the laughter and smiles subsided and it got me thinking: How significant should a birthday be?

Valentina spend the first few hours of her birthday being sad and even cried. I know friends whom had promises broken on birthdays. Even myself, my heart was broken just a week before my birthday.

It wasn't until recent years, that my birthdays really did meant anything special to me. Since young, birthdays were all about: dinner with family from father; a cake from mother. My siblings never really gave each other presents, we never really had much pocket money to spend on ourselves rather than spend on each other.

The only memorable birthdays that I can remember are the following 3: my 10th birthday where I celebrated in McDonalds in Petaling Jaya; my 19th birthday where I was in school, and the entire bunch of Malaysian gang barged and packed my room full like a sardine fish, followed by a lil' cake by Rachel and Delaine (my first cake in 4 years); my 20th birthday, where I celebrated in my Japanese restaurant in Manchester, had loads of sake!

Unlike Valentina, I tend to sink into deep thoughts and depression only when it comes to the end of my day. I think about what has been missing, what I miss and what are long forgotten. I know, I'm not the most unfortunate person in the universe, there are people with worst birthdays out there. It just got me thinking, that's all.