27-07-2007.
The day has come again. Another year has passed. Filled with sweet & bitter memories. A year passed, a year wiser.
Your sacifices. Your strength. Your warmth. Your love.
There is no words enough to express our gratitude for all that you've done.
47 years.
Happy 47th Birthday Ma.
May Allah bless you with health, wealth & happiness.
So..it's my Mum's 47th today. Will be going for a family dinner later in the evening. Hope I got her the right stuff. Heee.
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Anyways. The highlight of this Friday today, so far, was what happened in the morning. It was right before I stepped out of the house to go to work.
I kissed my Gramps & Nit-Nite. I took my bag & the home-packed lunch Gramps prepared for me. Headed to the door to put on my shoes. Suddenly, a voice from behind me...
"Bila nak kahwin kak? Maknya dah 47 tahun. Bukan makin muda. Makin tua tau. Nenek bila umur 47 tahun. Kakak dah 7 tahun tau! Dah masuk pembri skool. Tak lama lagi, dah nak 50 tahun. Bila nak tengok cucu?"
Translate: "Just when are you planning to get married, you young lady?? Your Mum is already 47 years old. She's not getting any younger, you know. When I was her age, you were 7, already in primary school. Soon she'll turn 50. When will she be able to see her grandchildren??"
I gasped! Speechless. What a question seyy! It's Friday, Gramps! My weekend. No. I'm not saying she spoiled my weekend. It's just that I was surprised she asked me THAT question.
Just one thing Granny. One thing.
You want to see your great-grandchildren? You want my Mum to see her grandchildren?
Go somewhere..anywhere..and...
FIND ME A MAN!!
Hahahaaa!! It's not as if I'm going around with any (particular) guy, arms intertwined, feeding each other sweets stuff that she asked me about 'WHEN'. Then only I'd understand that she, or should I say 'they', are rather worried about when I'm going to settle down with THAT guy. But in this particular moment, as I scribble, it's zilch. No suitor. How??
Haizzz...Parts & parcel of life. When you are around 20-26, the Makciks will ask you WHEN are you getting married. If after marriage, you still stay with your parents, they will ask you WHEN are you getting your own rooftop. Then, they will probe you about WHEN is the baby coming around. Heard about these kinda things alot. Especially when you are in the working world. Stories from your colleagues. An eye-opener. Alamak! Life is about WHEN is this, WHEN is that.
Met up with Sis Diyana the other night. Out of nowhere, the marriage topic popped out. We were even checking our the dates using her hp. What day will 08/08/2008, 09/09/2009, 10/10/2010, 11/11/2011, 12/12/2012, 20-08-2008, 20-09-2009, 20-10-2010, 20-11-2011 or 20-12-2012. Hah! Yeap. We did exactly that. And we thought the date 11-11-2011, which falls on Friday, was suitable. That makes it about another 4 years. I'll be 27 by then. Hah. We humans plan, Allah decides. Life, death & marriage is pre-destined. Right?
Aite. Have a chilly weekend y'all.
I'm hoping Mr Sun will come out at least in the afternoon tomorrow. Heading to Sentosa with the crew!
I need a break.
peace yaw! n0rin outz!
