Happy birthday, mom!

Yesterday was Mom's birtday. It was surprisingly alot of fun. We gave her this Oscar trophy-card I found back in Rotterdam, written voor de beste moeder. It was in Dutch, true, but I got the idea that she understood just fine. The look on her face when she opened it was priceless, beaming with this new-found reasonless joy. She immediately looked for the perfect place for it in the house. It was heartwarmingly funny to see her put it in a cabinet, only to take it out and put it in another more suited place. Again, and again, until I lost track of where the card resides now.

We have this thing in our family, the birthday one gets to choose the place to eat that night. Usually my little brother uses this to somehow maneuvre us to eat at where he wants to eat that night. He would be whispering the name of the restaurant he feels like that night from behind the chairs, somehow thinking that we would be brainwashed. He thinks our brains are the size of peanuts. When my Dad realizes this and calls him, he would shriek like a girl: NIK SAID IT, pointing his fingers at me while running away.

Sometimes we get a sneak preview at the top of his underwear too, since he's now into this baggy pants thing. If you by any chance are oblivious to what it means, basically your hips is on the middle of your ass. So when you walk, we can see the upper part of your buttocks speaking. Right foot forward, left ass up: He. Left foot, right ass: Llo. He-llo. He-llo. And... Stop.

Anyways during dinner (we went to Mom's chosen place, my brother wanted to go there too) Dad asked us to pray for Mom before we eat. He started counting down, and I just stared there. I asked silently, to whom? But I dont think Mom would like that. So I hold my hands together and talked to myself,

Hey you. It's me. I know it's been awhile but it's my Mom's birthday. You know she deserves so much more so I wont waste your time by asking what you already knew. I just would like to ask if I can be here again to celebrate her many birthdays to come. I know, I am a selfish girl. But thanks anyway. Oh yeah and please bless this food we are about to digest. I know they are going to come out the same, but they look and smell fan-bloody-tastic! Hurray!

And yes, the food was absolutely fantastic. It was the best Indonesian food I've ever had. The place is new, very romantic. It reminds me of this charming little Italian bistro. Only more formal. I thought to myself WHERE HAVE I BEEN ALL THESE TIME. I had to resist this urge to run into the kitchen, dramatically burst open the door, panting for effect and scream EVERYBODY BUT THE CHEF GO OUT FOR YOUR LIFE. Then when it's just me and the chef, put on the Silar-evil-smile. Bam, he goes onto the walls. I would then point out my index finger in the direction of his forehead. Creeeeeeeeeeeeak. You know how it goes.