On Getting Gifts

I always wonder how I picked gifts for my parents during their birthdays. I used to be the one who made the cards. Who planned to get them cakes. Or to get them little gifts. That was all when I was younger in secondary school.

Most of the time, they'd just say, why waste so much money? I don't need all these gifts...

And I remembered I got Dad this pen holder.

And I got a memo holder for Mum.

What's all these for really?

Somehow, after I left for university, and my brother leaving the country soon, it downed to me, no one will be buying them gifts anymore. After I left for university, I've gotten busy with God knows what. I don't even wanted to call home. I don't even wanted to go home. And my sis was the one who had been trying to tie me back and get me to go home most of the times. The brother had since then become the one who get Mum gifts during Mothers' Day or her birthday. We still get Dad something occasionally. We get him shirts since he was forever so stingy with his own wardrobe.

But really, what are all these gifts for when they're bought just for the sake of remembering one's one year older?

For once, I wished they're actually living in KL. Going out shopping is so fun. Putting aside that Dad's the one paying for all our purchases, it's always fun to pick clothes for both the fussy parents. Makes me old. I look short. My tummy shows. Too young for my age. All sorts of reasons would be thrown out.

But when there's finally one that fits their comfort and satisfaction, they wear it over and over and over and over and keeps on repeating who chose the shirt again and again.

I always wonder how come men nowadays don't dress as lavish as Englishmen in Victorian...