I’m starting my #journalminci to commemorate my 33rd birthday next week. LOL..
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Snailmail – a birthday greeting
I am sending my ex-housemate a 3D birthday card. She’s married now with 2 lovely kids. Her birthday falls on the 1st of Jan – on New Years day.
If only POSMALAYSIA has a vending machine for stamps. That will be grand. Memang muka aku jelah beli setem kat mesin.
*updated : a kind reader just messaged me privately regarding Postal Automated Machine (PAM) in Malaysia which provides a similar service. Thank you for the info!!!
He is now 4 years old. Only 4?
Yes, my son is a December baby. That means if he goes to school he will be one of those kecik lil kids who has yet to mature like other kids in his class. I initially planned to host a Dinosaur themed birthday party but of course it just didn’t happen because penat decides to join in the game. Lately it has been a bit exhausting at work hence this short break is very welcoming.
This year Hazeeq’s cake (Hamlet) is from Baker’s Cottage – not my favourite but better than Kings Confectionary. Italy Cake House still reigns the top of the chart for birthday cakes.
He’s already got 9 new toys to play with. I haven’t given him my present. It’s accumulative. It will be there when he is 13. Ha ha.
This young man will forever be my beloved firstborn. Gosh I adore his flat kemek nose and that little dimple on his right cheek – cute anomalies inherited from his maternal side of the family tree (moi). It’s amazing to see a little infant blob growing into a proper human at 4 years old – who can role play comic characters with you or crack a kiddie joke. And this is despite having a mother who feeds this blob with junk food most times. I vow to serve better food when he goes to kindy or setting foot in Primary One.
I hope he grows up to be a young man who is kind. Who is smart and witty but kind. Kind men attracts kind women (i hope) and good karma. I hope he learns the value of sacrifice and hardwork. That money may not mean everything but still worth something. That family always comes first – a concept that I’m still struggling to grasp and adhere to for I’m a borne workaholic.
I wish him all the happiness and luck in the world. I wish that no Evil shall lay its eyes or hands, not even a shadow on him and drag him into a world of misery. I wish that he may not have to experience war and hatred, far from being a victim of racism or Islamophobia. That he can continue to be an obedient Muslim without having a gun pointed to his head or his family being torn apart. I wish him the best of both worlds – Here and Thereafter. Insya-Allah..
A november birthday
This was the best us sisters could do for our youngest brother – who is often forgotten, who had to kind of wisen up as compared to his age because his beautiful sisters are away once they got married. No one to actually ‘marah’ him or guide him in flesh as to what he should or should not do. The parents somehow had stopped parenting for some time for God knows what reason. Perhaps no stamina. Or internal conflict. bla bla bla.
He is now studying part time for his degree. At the same time keeping a part time job. We decided to celebrate it early since I am living in another state and his birthday is just a few days away. It would be hard to find a time to cut a cake together. I am sure a proper celebration would ensue when the parents dah berdamai are free. And remembers. My sister and I told him that the cake was from his nephews – so he feels special although his two nephews would love the cake more than they would his uncle. Ha ha.
My hope for him is to succeed and find his self-worth. That he prays 5 times a day and stay away from drugs or ‘vape’. That he wouldn’t knock up a girl and get her pregnant or something. For that is when Hell would break loose. I would personally sebat him in the pÉ-nis if he ever does that to any young lady despite the girl being stupid in the first place as well.
Happy Bday young man.
My 32nd Birthday
I am 32 years old this year. And I celebrated my birthday as though I was 13. I had the presents, the cake with candles and all. Even a surprise birthday song from friends. I couldn’t wish for more. And as usual, I did some reflection or muhasabah diri as we call it – on my ambitions, success and failures.
I reminded myself that Quitting KKM is not a wise option at the moment. Definitely not to think about for the next 3 years. However with likelihood of consideration for the next 5 years after that of course. Ha ha – thus this keeps me focused to not be lead ashtray by promises of financial freedom and debt free, when in fact I still owe JPA a few hundred thousand ringgit of study loan for my medical school fees.
Birthday morning started with a present wrapped in Mr Husbands very own kain pelikat – which he said was inspired by the extreme cheapskate TV programme. I was honestly hoping to find a recycled bday card as well in the package. I got a bag + purse combo. Like any woman’s life motto, one could not have too many bags hence I welcomed the new addition to my current collection with very open arms. Later that day, I attended the Raya Celebration event organized by my unit.
Venue : Hospital compound
Photos credit to Wan Luffy Kowt
We had the heavy meals like nasi impit, bihun, rendang and spaghetti. Then there was the luxury of satay, hotdog sticks with lots and lots of cakes. The Raya event coincidently fell on my birthday to which I was overjoyed. It felt very syok sendiri to think that ‘we are all gathered here to celebrate the golden years of beloved MInci’ – fofular lah sangat. I was not let down as I had a surprise birthday song and cake to go with it.
What I liked about the whole surprise thing was that it reaffirmed my role not only as a wife, mother or friend. In fact, it was a subtle recognition that I was a woman of my own. That people recognise and accept me for who I am and not as Mr bla bla ‘s wife or Ee’s mom per se. I was someone who got to where I was at my own terms – or at least so I hope. It’s like when someone mentions your name – people identify you by traits special to yourself instead of first imagining your husband or son before finding that particular face referred to as His Wife or His Mother.
Its worthwhile to review your life in Milestones rather than a yearly review. I’d rather see and measure my self worth at intervals of 30 years old and later at 35. Of course, one should always strive to do their best every year and attain smaller goals to materialize bigger ones. I am no exception. Being 32, I am happy and grateful for what I have today – my family & friends, my career and work colleagues.
These are my social support. These are the people that I hope could turn to when I am at my most worst or sinking in my own sorrows. Also the people I’d go to when happiness strikes and I want to share and celebrate. That give meaning to what I do everyday. I hope these are the people who would miss me and find me should I go missing one day. And bottom of it all. I hope these 3 major circles of my life would intersect with each other in a harmonious manner so I could perform as the best version of myself in dunya and akhirat. InsyaAllah. Here is to my 33rd birthday next year.
Minci Moss 