anti-celebrations

Sometimes I really resent the way my family is so anti-celebrations. Other than the Lunar New Year, we don’t celebrate anything else, not Easter and Christmas (which, I feel, have been disassociated from their religious origins), not the New Year and not even birthdays.

Because of this, I dread Christmas every year because everyone else has things to do and people to see while all I have is a couple invitations to attend Christmas service with well-meaning Christian friends but after service is a different matter as they lunch with their family or other church members. More recently, I get stressed thinking about what to buy Tangs because Christmas is a big deal to him (and his family) and being in Singapore alone with a girlfriend who doesn’t have a nice warm Christmas-celebrating family to open their house to him must be really dreadful. Ditto the New Year / New Year’s Eve as I don’t have a habit of celebrating NYE with family nor friends.

As for birthdays, my sister got a cake this year; no doubt the result of my parents wandering around after their dinner in some neighborhood. I got a family dinner only because my parents really wanted to try the food at a particular café. It’s no wonder that I had celebrations lasting over a week when I was a teenager. What worries me is that I don’t really give a damn about celebrating my birthday these days; it seems like I’m turning into my parents. In fact, I’m surprised by the number of people who remembered my birthday, which was more than the two I knew who would remember (i.e., Tangs and my mother). Perhaps it’s due to Facebook.

Due to the squalid condition of the kitchen at the condo, I had to make Tangs a simple (n.b.: instant) dinner of tacos with the help of an El Paso taco kit. I’m really a horrid girlfriend.

I’ll take that back about turning into my parents; I think I’m already at the point of no return. Quelle horreur!

~ by marycherry on 20 April, 2008.