VISTA #14: Little things

Hey you guys!

It’s been a very very long time since I post VISTA here! So I want to post something related to my birthday.

Well, my birthday was on June but I wanna share something that I find really important. My close friend kept asking me what I want for my birthday. Months away from my birthday. As someone who rarely has desire or wish in anything really, I was really confused what to say. I kept telling him nothing but he kept asking me what I want. So I told him, “well, I’ll let you know if I suddenly want something.”

In the end, I didnt want anything.

I rarely want a physical thing to have. I dont buy new gadgets often but I usually just wait for my brother to give me his old phone. But I always find time is the most valuable thing that someone can give me. Well, my love language (in terms of receiving) is quality time (followed by act of service and physical touch in number 2). So, I asked my friend to give him his time for me. I want him to be with me the whole day.

Simple isnt it? But very expensive. Can you imagine what can you do for 24h? A lot. And I asked him to give me his time, wow my present was super expensive.

He was confused and said that it’s what we usually do at least every week.

There’s nothing special in it. I always hang out with you especially during the weekend.

Well yea, but for me it’s what makes it so special. I always appreciate his effort to spend time with me every week. For me, that’s a lot already.

So what did we do on my birthday?

The usual. Just hang out, watching movie and have lunch really. Well the only difference was that I bought something from my favorite restaurant and ate it at home with him.

So yea, I pamper myself a lot during my birthday with friend companionship and take away food.

Oh and of course, video call with my parents and brother! We did this small celebration with donut as my cake and I blew the candles during the call. I felt so happy and blessed.

Well, happy birthday to me!

Cheers,

Kemmy

#11 Oh my God, my sister is going to die!

Hey you guys!

Today I want to continue my 30 days writing challenge which is about my sibling. I have one big brother who is only 1 year older. My mom was surprised when she was pregnant with me. “I just gave birth and I was already pregnant. I was embarrassed” Mom. That is such a weird thing to get embarrassed about. My brother and I were not breastfeed by my mom because there was basically no milk coming out. She also did not have any signs/symptoms like nausea for example. Well, apart from her period was late. Hence, she didnt know that she was pregnant. Actually my mom initially wanted to have an abortion (yep, I was supposedly die) because she was afraid that she hurts me as she took a medicine to get her period while she was pregnant. But then she decided to keep me and gave birth to me. Phew, dodge a bullet (or did I really?).

Anyway, it was only my brother and I basically. I mentioned in my previous post that my parents were working. So yea. Since there are only the two of us (yes, until now. I refused to have younger siblings ever since I was a kid. Dont wanna someone to steal my parents’ attention from me hahahaha), I am really close with my brother. Of course we fought (a lot) but hey, siblings are nothing without a fight (uh what?). I remember that mostly we fought because of, well, food. Until now. HAHAHA OH GOOD LORD. You see, I am the type who likes to keep her favorite food and eat it later. While my brother is the type who eats his favorite first. So I liked to store my favorite food in the fridge and eat it little by little, one example: chocolate milk. I still remember the time when I bailed my eyes out because my brother drank my milk and I was really looking forward to it. My brother, with his innocent puppy eyes and chubby cheek, responded with “but I was hungry.” Awesome, big bro. Yes, yes. Very trivial fight. Oh kids.

When I was in first grade of elementary school, I think I was 6, I had this surgery to remove my tonsils because it got inflamed and swollen. The surgery itself was not that painful, I meant I was not even awake hahaha. I was basically unconscious and when I woke up there are some of my family members inside the room. I remember I saw my aunt beside the bed. When I woke up, I coughed and when I spit I saw blood on the facial tissue. I, a stupid 6 years old who watched too many TV shows, freaked out. Ya know, in the soap opera they usually have this scene when you coughing blood and it is a sign that you have a chronic illness and are going to die? Yea, sometimes I watched that shows on TV with my housekeeper. So yea my mind was going crazy: I am going to die. This is it. This is the sign. Yep. I was so shocked, I cried and kept saying that something is wrong and if I am going to die. It was brutally messy. Yep.

Oh it got even worse. My brother came in, holding a barbie doll as a gift for me, saw me freaking out with blood everywhere. So what happened? Now you have 2 kids freaking out and screaming frantically.

“MY SISTER IS GOING TO DIE! NOOOOO”

After hearing that, I, of course, got even moreeeee freak out. HAHAHAHA GOOD OL’ TIMES. I cant imagine the horror that the adults had that time hahahha. What a dramatic kids we were.

To be honest I could not really remember what happened next. But one thing I remember very well was that I could not eat not even swallowed my own saliva because my throat was hurting like hell. I was promised with lots and lots of ice cream for nothing. Yea, they bribed me with ice cream so I wanted to do the surgery. So innocent, Kem. Oh and the smells of sunny side up was just, uh, hell. It smelled so delicious. So close but so hard to reach. For the next one week, I just kept staring at my brother eating his sunny side up in jealousy. Hahahaha oh good old times.

Cheers,

Kemmy