Birthdays...??

Birthdays.....what is in a birthday?

Happy Birthday!!!!!!

Supposed to be a time where friends and family members rejoice the day that you came into this world...a wailing, bouncing, pink, healthy, cheeky package right?

Birthdays are celebrated around the world repetitively by all creed and races. In short, its a time of rememberance for when one came about...

For me, I rarely celebrate my birthdays....its not because I am shy to let the world know how old I am ( 37 this year ) BUT I will celebrate it only if my mum and dad are around....why? some may ask...

Its simple...to me, a birthday is not a time for rejoicing the day I came into this world BUT it should be a time where I remember the pain and suffering that my mum went thru bringing me into the world....without her ( and my dad ) there will not be a me or any birthday whatsoever to celebrate right?

Therefore, I always make it a point to remind my kids how bloody painful it was for their mum to give birth to them....

For Isaac ( 22nd June 2000 ), I had to keep fanning a makeshift fan for the whole 23 hours because wifey complained that she was feeling hot all of the time ( I was shivering with cold ). That, coupled with the fact that I had to "pakat" with the doctor to pull while I pushed my wife's stomach because she was too weak to do it. I cannot forget the sound the scissors made when the doctor made the opening bigger so that Isaac could pop out..aaaarrgg! Neither could I forget the sight of all the "bak kut teh" that splashed out together with Isaac and the sound of my wife screaming with pain and relief at the same time...ouch!

I regret to say that for Ivan ( 17th June 2002 ) the Doctor did not let me into the room because they needed to do a ceaser on wifey because Ivan was distressed. Wifey later told me that the Doctor called a bunch of trainees to stand around her while they did the operation. She even told me that she was conscious all of the time because they only numbed half of her body. She even felt it when the Doctor put his hands into her to feel for the baby...aaaaaoooouuch! Bloody hell, the Doctor was lucky that wifey related all that to me at home or I would have punched his freaking lights out in front of his students so that he could have a feel how it felt to be gawked upon...KNNCCB!



Anyways, back to birthdays....whatever what people might say, I am still of my PERSONAL opinion that birthday is a time for one to remember our mum's pain, suffering, agony and shame ( in some instances ) AND also not forgetting the torment that we put her through when bringing us up as opposed to common cultural practise.....as for dad, well, he had his pains and fun in the process ( thanks anyway..kekeke )

HECK, its 2 every1 his/her OWN....................