“No birthday song please!”
This was more of a plea rather than a command to my friends who had painstakingly waited to start the birthday celebration that they organized for me.
This is one thing that I really hate about birthdays. People are always so ecstatic about the whole celebration that they try to make it more euphoric by singing an overly happy song.
Don’t get me wrong, I am one of those people who think that birthdays – just like any other anniversaries should be happily celebrated. I firmly believe that birthdays call for a celebration of life and the maturity that comes with it. It is just too bad that most of us feel that birthdays are those very rare occasions wherein cakes and birthday songs are mandatory. Probably no one ever notices that it has become customary for us to start a birthday celebration by blowing the lighted candles on the cake at the end of the birthday song.
Celebrating my birthday this year has become strenuous. Blame it to my company who employs “email blasts” by sending birthday reminders to every employee. Now I get caught in a situation wherein I have to answer every co-worker about my birthday plans plus some very personal stuff that come with it. Instead of celebrating my birthday intimately with friends and family, it has now become an unofficial fiesta for some.
But as stubborn as I am, I answered each and every queries they have indifferently. “No plan at all.” And just like that, I practically saw in their faces how the world crumbled into pieces with that very simple answer.
Despite my willful objection of not celebrating my birthday, my friends had eventually found a way to trick me in agreeing in having a small party or celebration to commemorate my birthday. Without me consciously being aware of it, plans have been set and the birthday party was on its way.
Left with no choice, I spent agonizing hours planning how I go through with it. What food to cook, who to invite, what time to start? To avoid any unpleasant surprises, I prepared a personal birthday party checklist to make sure all things are covered. The food has already been set and the drinks have been ordered. I just prayed that nobody brings a cake so that I can be spared from the usual singing of the birthday song and the blowing of the birthday candles.
7 pm. Simple Dinner. That was the invitation I sent them. One by one, my friends have started to arrive. Everything was going really fine until a friend showed up with a screaming box of cake. Although it has been traditional for my friends to really bring a birthday cake during a friend’s birthday party, I was really banking on the current economic crisis that I was hoping that none of them would show up with that expensive piece of bread.
Before I knew it, I was forced to sit in front of the lighted cake and silently make a wish. Not wanting to break my friends’ hearts, I willingly obliged.
A few minutes later, my agony has come to an end. With no birthday song ever sang, it was a great relief.
But more than the fact that my friends granted my no-birthday-song policy on my birthday and that I survived the never-ending questions from my officemates, I was very happy. This is probably the happiest, if not the greatest birthday party one could ever have.
It is really more than the food or the gifts given on the occasion. My friends who delightfully shared their time and resources on my very personal celebration are all enough for my birthday to be one-hell of a party.
With them, I was able to realize essential things that go beyond the sweetness of the birthday cakes… things that last longer than the echoes of the birthday songs. To simple have them as my friends makes my birthday a meaningful celebration of my life.
Three days after my birthday, I still have a slice of my birthday cake sitting inside my fridge. It would probably stay there for a while until somebody decides to indulge in the pleasure of the sweetness of its chocolate icing… without any birthday song to sing or a birthday candle to blow.
This was more of a plea rather than a command to my friends who had painstakingly waited to start the birthday celebration that they organized for me.
This is one thing that I really hate about birthdays. People are always so ecstatic about the whole celebration that they try to make it more euphoric by singing an overly happy song.
Don’t get me wrong, I am one of those people who think that birthdays – just like any other anniversaries should be happily celebrated. I firmly believe that birthdays call for a celebration of life and the maturity that comes with it. It is just too bad that most of us feel that birthdays are those very rare occasions wherein cakes and birthday songs are mandatory. Probably no one ever notices that it has become customary for us to start a birthday celebration by blowing the lighted candles on the cake at the end of the birthday song.
Celebrating my birthday this year has become strenuous. Blame it to my company who employs “email blasts” by sending birthday reminders to every employee. Now I get caught in a situation wherein I have to answer every co-worker about my birthday plans plus some very personal stuff that come with it. Instead of celebrating my birthday intimately with friends and family, it has now become an unofficial fiesta for some.
But as stubborn as I am, I answered each and every queries they have indifferently. “No plan at all.” And just like that, I practically saw in their faces how the world crumbled into pieces with that very simple answer.
Despite my willful objection of not celebrating my birthday, my friends had eventually found a way to trick me in agreeing in having a small party or celebration to commemorate my birthday. Without me consciously being aware of it, plans have been set and the birthday party was on its way.
Left with no choice, I spent agonizing hours planning how I go through with it. What food to cook, who to invite, what time to start? To avoid any unpleasant surprises, I prepared a personal birthday party checklist to make sure all things are covered. The food has already been set and the drinks have been ordered. I just prayed that nobody brings a cake so that I can be spared from the usual singing of the birthday song and the blowing of the birthday candles.
7 pm. Simple Dinner. That was the invitation I sent them. One by one, my friends have started to arrive. Everything was going really fine until a friend showed up with a screaming box of cake. Although it has been traditional for my friends to really bring a birthday cake during a friend’s birthday party, I was really banking on the current economic crisis that I was hoping that none of them would show up with that expensive piece of bread.
Before I knew it, I was forced to sit in front of the lighted cake and silently make a wish. Not wanting to break my friends’ hearts, I willingly obliged.
A few minutes later, my agony has come to an end. With no birthday song ever sang, it was a great relief.
But more than the fact that my friends granted my no-birthday-song policy on my birthday and that I survived the never-ending questions from my officemates, I was very happy. This is probably the happiest, if not the greatest birthday party one could ever have.
It is really more than the food or the gifts given on the occasion. My friends who delightfully shared their time and resources on my very personal celebration are all enough for my birthday to be one-hell of a party.
With them, I was able to realize essential things that go beyond the sweetness of the birthday cakes… things that last longer than the echoes of the birthday songs. To simple have them as my friends makes my birthday a meaningful celebration of my life.
Three days after my birthday, I still have a slice of my birthday cake sitting inside my fridge. It would probably stay there for a while until somebody decides to indulge in the pleasure of the sweetness of its chocolate icing… without any birthday song to sing or a birthday candle to blow.
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4 comments:
Hi Win!
Kame pa naman bumili ng cake, pero ang sarap kasi nun, Jeric cant help but to buy that for you.
I really enjoyed our activity that night. Maiba naman at di charades at pusot dos competition.
Thanks sa masarap na handa! The best ang luto mo!
Hi Chyng,
Oi I love the cake. Masarap sya and it looks very pretty and expensive with all the chocolate leaves.
I really appreciate it. Lalo na kay jeric who took time and alot of money by bringing all the food. :)
Ang weird friend. Maging ganyan di kaya feeling ko pag bday ko sa August? (I'd love to have a very delicious cake though, for sure!)
BTW, ang hirap magcomment nang wala nang account.
Keep writing.
I'd be writing again soon too.
ey win, belated happy birthday! wag ka mag-alala, advance handa ko kaya yun. hehehe.
although we've been doing those birthday celebrations yearly, i would say na hindi rin ako fan ng birthday songs and blowing of candles. more than anything, ataters kasi ako sa food. haha.
btw, masarap naman yung cake di ba?
@anonymous wag ka mag-alala, magkakaroon ka rin naman ng bagong account di ba? try mo sa wordpress. would love to read your entries again. hehehe
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