Happy birthday
11 December 2006 17:56
I thought I shook this off after my birthday when I was in 3rd year high school, but I am dead wrong. I can’t effing believe this.
before I go any further, I am writing this post under passion or obfuscation and would like to claim this circumstance now.. (continues at 18:34 after the mass)
for those who don’t know, my birthday is coming up in a few hours. What sparked the issue at hand however was me not being able to spend my birthday with my family because I have a rehearsal for the concert on wednesday. I can go on about this at length, but that is for another post. For now, the important thing here is that this concert is something I take a lot of pride in and is something very important to me, as an aspiring musician/singer/organizer manager or whatever you want to call it.
4 days ago, I told my parents that I will be busy on my birthday. no reaction.
This morning, I ask my sister to ask our dad to pick her up from school because I have rehearsal, then she tells me that we have my birthday dinner tonight. uhm, great except that I have rehearsal. Of course nobody bothered to ask me what I wanted to do, or even if I would be available. so during my oblicon class, I asked my dad if he could pick up my sister and he said okay. then my mom finally tells me about my dinner at 1640, asking where I want to eat and at what time. I replied that i couldn’t make it.. and she goes on and on about giving them (word used was us) a hard time about my birthday and how if i can’t even spare some time for them for my birthday they could just forget it, and how i could have forgotten that dec 12 was my birthday and insisting that we push through with HER plan tonight. All this while I was suggesting alternatives like tomorrow after my class or thursday night, but apparently i was just making things difficult. there’s another point about not telling me early enough which I raised, because before 1640 this afternoon (i checked the timestamp on my phone) my mom didn’t even ask me if I could make it, she just assumed that it’s okay. Then she gets mad at me for not telling them right away, wherein she doesn’t even ask me directly? but my favorite is still her insisting on HER plan where I already said I can’t make it.
Tonight, and tomorrow night are the only rehearsals that we will have that most (not even all) the people involved with wednesday’s concert will be present. These 2 rehearsals will be crucial as we have a lot of work and ironing out to do. Yes, I lied about it. I said tonight I’ll be working on a petition against con-ass because I don’t expect my parents to understand why this project is so important to me. Funny, I don’t think they even know that i’ll be singing a solo (assuming my health holds up). I don’t think i ask for much support. I never ask them to go to my things anymore. My sister even asked me not to tell the parents for fear of being required to go. I’ve even come to the point that I’m resigned to them not wanting to go. I really don’t mind anymore that they don’t go if they don’t want to (which I’m sure they don’t) just let me do my thing..
I sort of understand where my mom is coming from, after all, my family rarely spends time together anymore. But this is not the first time Im spending time away from my family on my birthday. The last time was 3rd year high school. So does this mean that it’s only okay for me to spend my birthday away from my family if my parents approve about it, and if there’s something I really want to do and feel extremely strongly about, but my parents don;t even know about it ‘coz they never even asked about me playing for church every sunday (I’m not even sure if they know that I play in UP every sunday) So I guess I’m just wrong coz they don;t even know why I can’t make it.
It doesn’t matter that my dad wasn’t even around for my sister’s birthday coz he was at a golf tournament, after all, he was something that was important to him. and isn’t this supposed to be about me? I must be wrong, after all, i’m my mother’s son.
oh, well. Happy birthday to me.
pahabol: block c, you rock! thanks Leo, Mitch, Kaye (and Mike), Gab, and Chris.
I thought I shook this off after my birthday when I was in 3rd year high school, but I am dead wrong. I can’t effing believe this.
before I go any further, I am writing this post under passion or obfuscation and would like to claim this circumstance now.. (continues at 18:34 after the mass)
for those who don’t know, my birthday is coming up in a few hours. What sparked the issue at hand however was me not being able to spend my birthday with my family because I have a rehearsal for the concert on wednesday. I can go on about this at length, but that is for another post. For now, the important thing here is that this concert is something I take a lot of pride in and is something very important to me, as an aspiring musician/singer/organizer manager or whatever you want to call it.
4 days ago, I told my parents that I will be busy on my birthday. no reaction.
This morning, I ask my sister to ask our dad to pick her up from school because I have rehearsal, then she tells me that we have my birthday dinner tonight. uhm, great except that I have rehearsal. Of course nobody bothered to ask me what I wanted to do, or even if I would be available. so during my oblicon class, I asked my dad if he could pick up my sister and he said okay. then my mom finally tells me about my dinner at 1640, asking where I want to eat and at what time. I replied that i couldn’t make it.. and she goes on and on about giving them (word used was us) a hard time about my birthday and how if i can’t even spare some time for them for my birthday they could just forget it, and how i could have forgotten that dec 12 was my birthday and insisting that we push through with HER plan tonight. All this while I was suggesting alternatives like tomorrow after my class or thursday night, but apparently i was just making things difficult. there’s another point about not telling me early enough which I raised, because before 1640 this afternoon (i checked the timestamp on my phone) my mom didn’t even ask me if I could make it, she just assumed that it’s okay. Then she gets mad at me for not telling them right away, wherein she doesn’t even ask me directly? but my favorite is still her insisting on HER plan where I already said I can’t make it.
Tonight, and tomorrow night are the only rehearsals that we will have that most (not even all) the people involved with wednesday’s concert will be present. These 2 rehearsals will be crucial as we have a lot of work and ironing out to do. Yes, I lied about it. I said tonight I’ll be working on a petition against con-ass because I don’t expect my parents to understand why this project is so important to me. Funny, I don’t think they even know that i’ll be singing a solo (assuming my health holds up). I don’t think i ask for much support. I never ask them to go to my things anymore. My sister even asked me not to tell the parents for fear of being required to go. I’ve even come to the point that I’m resigned to them not wanting to go. I really don’t mind anymore that they don’t go if they don’t want to (which I’m sure they don’t) just let me do my thing..
I sort of understand where my mom is coming from, after all, my family rarely spends time together anymore. But this is not the first time Im spending time away from my family on my birthday. The last time was 3rd year high school. So does this mean that it’s only okay for me to spend my birthday away from my family if my parents approve about it, and if there’s something I really want to do and feel extremely strongly about, but my parents don;t even know about it ‘coz they never even asked about me playing for church every sunday (I’m not even sure if they know that I play in UP every sunday) So I guess I’m just wrong coz they don;t even know why I can’t make it.
It doesn’t matter that my dad wasn’t even around for my sister’s birthday coz he was at a golf tournament, after all, he was something that was important to him. and isn’t this supposed to be about me? I must be wrong, after all, i’m my mother’s son.
oh, well. Happy birthday to me.
pahabol: block c, you rock! thanks Leo, Mitch, Kaye (and Mike), Gab, and Chris.
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