When I was young, I looked forward to my birthday. I looked forward to the red boiled egg I would receive from my primary school. I looked forward to the great party food I would be having including pineapple sausages. I looked forward to my birthday cake especially if it was a black forest cake. I looked forward to a gathering of friends and relatives, enjoying their company and their love for me. I looked forward to the presents I would receive, especially if they were digital gadgets or games.
As I grow older, birthday celebrations become less and less important in my life. Sometimes it becomes a chore for me to organise my own birthday party. When I was 21, I held a large birthday party more to entertain my friends than for me to enjoy as I did not want to be the odd one out for not having a proper 21st birthday party. As I begin to work, I realise that presents are not important to me anymore, as I am able to buy what I want whenever I want.
My most memorable birthday was last year, when it was also the day before my father had a major operation. I did not really celebrate it, but just had a small gathering with friends a few days before. I did not care about my birthday last year as my thoughts and prayers were all centred on my father.
As my birthday approaches in 10 days time, what do I want? I am not looking forward to receiving extravagant gifts. If you ask me for a specific gift, it will be simple things like a money clip or the new Coldplay CD. Maybe what I really want is for people to just send me a simple wish or acknowledge their appreication for what I mean to them. Maybe as I grow older, I tend to value relationships with people around me more than materialistic gifts.
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