A Millionaire Cat, Piggy Ribs and Birthday Musings
So last Monday was my birthday and guess what... I turned 18 all over again for the umpteenth time. Hah! In my dreams, right? Yeah, I know but hey, come on, humour me! 😁
Oh look, pigs can fly!
Seriously though, I'm in my 40s. I grew up during a time when Musical Chairs and Pass the Parcel were staple games at kids' birthday parties (I wonder if they still are). Those were the days. I have fond memories of my friends and I as kids competing for a seat or hoping to find a gift inside the box when the music stopped. Just thinking about it makes me smile, which is why I like birthdays. I think that they're special and it's only natural that people would want to celebrate theirs. Whether it's done in a low-key manner and kept private, or celebrated with grand aplomb with tons of photos posted on social media and a whole gang of tagged friends, I think that birthdays are a joy. I'm pretty much the same as everyone else in the sense that I also like to celebrate mine. But as far as posting photos on social media goes, I do tend to limit those to just one or two snapshots, so in that regard, I'm kind of low-key. The photo below, by the way, is the sole birthday shot that I posted on Facebook this year.
Celebrating my birthday at Naughty Nuri's
Anyway, here's the weird thing. As luck would have it, my birthday this year nearly coincided with the death of Karl Lagerfeld, and this is going to sound crazy but to some degree, it whooped me emotionally. Before you go, "Really?! You didn't even know him, he didn't even know you!", let me explain why and then it'll all make sense. Hopefully.
So here goes. For one thing, there's his kitty, Choupette. I love cats and so I got worried thinking about her fate. Poor thing. But as it turns out, she won't be poor after all... like, literally! So yay! And for another (getting a bit serious now), it got me pondering over the fleetingness of life. I mean, Karl Lagerfeld was an example of greatness personified, and yet ultimately, he was transient just like the rest of us. I know that's nothing new. No one lives forever, I know that. But as we go through the motions day in and day out, it's easy to forget or take for granted. For me, the news of his passing just days before my birthday came as a jolting reminder, and for the first time in a very long time... are you ready for this?... I felt glad to be breathing. No, seriously. I know it sounds melodramatic but, really, the morning of my birthday, I woke up feeling especially alive. The one conviction that I've long held firmly to, although sometimes hard, is to live life on my own terms. I had almost forgotten how important that was had it not been for this reminder.
Indonesian Style Mee Goreng at Naughty Nuri's
Anyway, before this gets any mushier, let me just give a shout-out to Naughty Nuri's, the restaurant that my family and I chose to celebrate my birthday. Not trying to hype them up or anything (they don't need me to do that for them, anyway), but they really do have the most phenomenal ribs in town, not to mention the Wah Tusuk Babi, Indonesian Style Mee Goreng and the other dishes we ordered. Every bite tasted divine and we had the best time. I'm already yearning to go back for more good stuff! 💕
And on that note, it's time for me to skedaddle. Until my next post, here's sending sunshine and smiles to everyone who's reading this. Cheers! 🌞