She, a surprise bash, some family bonding and DURIAN

SHE

I have known her for 25 years of my wonderful life.
She who can never be more generous, sacrificed everything for the sake of her family.
She who grew up, pretty and full of laughter...married the one man who stole her heart and got down on his knees to propose marriage.
She who strive together with hubby, also stood by the window awaiting his return home
She who gave birth to wonderful children, raised them truly well and fairly amazing
She who sought God in times of worry and heartache, give prayer to God almighty every other occasion

What made her wonderfully a wonderful woman is her believe in her family. She gave me family warmth and she gave me family bond. Her life was not perfect and her matrimonial vows have gotten astray. Yet, she is as wholesome as they come. The perfect mother.

BIRTHDAY BASH

It is my cousin brother's sweet sixteen birthday today. I remember the day he was born. It calls for a celebration. He was the first male species in the family, amogst 12 granddaughters! What a refreshing (and relief) status! It goes without saying that he was doted upon.

I was ten then and fell in love with him instantly. I still love him today. He is cheeky, he makes me feel young and he is just sooooo lazy and childish and yet seem mature for his age.

Today, I am 25 and he is 16...how fast time passes. How sweet our life turn out to be. I am special because I have her, him and many other her and him.

FAMILY BONDING

As I immerse myself in a hectic work schedule, family obligations took a backseat.

With that, I lost touch of family bonding, family gossip and just being in the presence of family. To be in their presence, I don't usual say a lot. I soak up the bond that exist between all of us because miraculously we are fated to be together.

And if i am not sure of anything else about the workings of this world, I know this for a fact: We are not going to wither away.

It turned out to be a wonderful night because I got to eat barbeque lamb and more importantly, the durian was way too awesome!

My uncle asked if I were to have to choose between durian or wine, what would the verdict be? I must say DURIAN wins single-handedly!

Godmother

I am excited. I am the chosen one…oh wait, nope. That doesn’t sound right. I was not chosen, I sort of chose myself…to be a godmother! Haha…yours truly have self-appointed herself as the godmother to the lovely unborn daughter of S. S and I have always had a special bond. We don’t see nor talk to each other more than thrice a year…but friendship lingers.

How do I know that it is going to be a girl? Well, gut feel says so. Even S agrees that it is going to be a girl. But apparently her soulmate doesn’t think so. He feels that it is going to be a boy…but girls know these things best….otherwise why would they come up with “maternal instinct”….So, it is going to be a GIRL!

Hehe….to shed clarity on my goddaughter, pls be well aware that she has not been conceived yet! Not for another two years at least!!Muahahaha….this is pre-mature dreaming on my part.

But I digress. My goddaughter will definitely be smart…slightly above average but definitely an A student. She will be popular in a girl school…S, can we put her in a girl school? ….but she will not be arrogant, for she will emulate her mother’s humble self…she will immerse herself in Indian cultural activities (hopefully not another singer…I think we have enough singers in the family rite S?)....her mom will teach her yoga , her dad will teach her cricket….and I will teach her the finer things in life.

Age 5: My goddaughter will watch cartoons…nothing to violent for her mom is a non-aggressive person by nature. On her birthday, I will tailor for her a pink-tulle-like dress…she will look pretty as she blows her first five candles. I will shed a tear or two for life can truly be magnificient.

Age 10: She will be chubby and talkative and she will devour books like her mommy and her godmommy. On her birthday, I will start buying her Mills & Boons…and hope that there is no Mrs. Baskaran to confiscate it during schooling hour…

Age 16: She will rebel….her mommy will scold…her godmommy will sooth the tension over icer-cream…I will buy my god daughter cookies n cream flavoured ice-cream while I myself relish a pecan butternut ice-cream. On her birthday, I will design for her a lilac Punjabi-lenga-look-alike ensemble. I will bring her out for movies in the cinema with caramelized popcorn to share and she will tell me about guys who are chasing her and her feelings and her new found body.

Age 21: Today is the day I introduce her to the finer things in life. Afternoon tea in Marriott…touch and feel the lux of Gucci leather bags…prada canvas shoes…and manoloes….On her birthday, will organize a garden party. She will cut the cake with her guy by her side, smiling for the world to see, pretty in a tube dress I will make in her favourite color…showing off her sun kissed tan skin…..and her proud parents and god mother by her side…gaining weight around the waitsline, losing control of their career and kids alike …muahahhaha

Age 26: Ideally, this is the age she marries. I will hug her. Say well done and eternal happiness. Shed a tear and smile for life is truly magnificient.

A bygone week

Or at least it felt that way…..but Thursday buggered my illusion that today is Friday….lack of sufficient sleep and high level of stress is killing my soul…and blogging alleviates daily mundane-ness into joy of dreams…

* Imagine goat-playing-the-violin floating across the dark sky to the sound of Josh Gorban’s Remember When*

I am not sure abt you guys but a quick brain check down memory road indicate that I can’t seem to recall what transpired last week….in a horrifying way, even as I sat down and concentrated on racking my memory…I can’t recollect what happened last week…hmmm..guess it was just another bygone week.

There are some moments in life that you will remember well, for life. And then, there are moments like last week, that you walk through with a breeze, until the next storm of excitement arrives.

So, instead of having a two-week sequence of calm weather, I decided to “blog” my week so far, in the hope of creating some splashes…for the heck of it!

For a start, I am watching Sex and the City….my gawd…I can’t get enough of them! And then again, which blue-blooded girl can…Snippets of luxurious lifestyle coupled with educational and seems like rather satisfying sex plots make the movie delectably yummy enough to eat! And manoloes…and pradas…are what makes a girl truly a girl…living in the big apple.

Monday was “Monday blues”. Nothing terribly exciting ever happens on Mondays. Oh and I didn’t have a good night sleep because I was expecting an answer from him. I basically invited myself for dinner….he has not replied for two days…ARGH!!!

Hence, the need to do shopping therapy. I did a teeny weeny bit of shopping at Bandar Utama. The new wing smell like ….well, a new wing…muahahhaha…freshly coated paint smell still lingering. However, I was disappointed that there is no Christmas decorations up yet. I adore Christmas decorations in malls….it is truly a magnificent sight. I get all excited abt them. Had a good dinner with SP. She as usual is full of surprises…got myself invited to Rush this Thursday…

until I promptly asked: What time do we wrap the whole thing up?
she replied: Abt one or two.
I retorted: And I have to get up at 6 for work. Thanks but no thanks, I’ll skip!

Tuesday was horribly stretched at work. Felt like my hair is being pulled out of its end…limbs flying all around the places…can’t get better than that can it?

However, Tuesday’s highlight was that it was my evaluation day…you heard it rite! I got evaluated today. Felt like report card day….my boss felt more like a friend than a boss…negotiated for added responsibilities (why ever did I DO THAT for?!!)…but I did it nonetheless….so, yours truly here will soon embark on more challenging work scope. Wohooo!!! This is the day I jump for joy!!! This is the day I smile! And yes, I did both. I am happy. Everything feels right. The fact that I did not have a special someone was mitigated by the fact that I have a loyal career prospect. A guy will cheat, a job can’t cheat you out of a chance to success if you try hard enough. Enough said!

Wednesday – went to gym….gym gym gym….

Today….what should have begun as a wonderful day…turn sour. All because of him. Well, to be honest…it wasn’t him him that was the problem. It was more the realization that I could still feel the heart-pumping swooning action the minute I heard his voice on the phone. Yes, he bloody finally called. And we are doing lunch this weekend. Some yummy food….some good conversation…that is what I like best. You ask…so wherein lies the problem? Theorectically, I myself don’t see a problem too…however, my cheating heart wants to feel more than that isn’t it? It is hard to tell your heart to scoot off for two hours and come back later can you?

Hope in such circumstances is nothing but a detriment to one self. Should he not call…or should I never see him…my feelings will not grow fonder….he will wither away in my memory…and one day, he will become but an imaginary friend. Wish he would just leave me alone. A short cry would definitely be easier than a long period of mourning unseemly.

A preview into the rest of the week….Friday going for a massage….There is a need for a pair of smooth confident hand to mold and knead my shoulder tension away…wish I had a readily available lover to beckon…because then, it will be free of monetary charges…hehehhe…

Saturday is going to be a day of met ups…going to loiter in mid valley…and have Japanese lunch with some uni mates…would love to see them…it has been long since I transform myself into a fashionably crazy girl. It is also my cousin bro’s 16 birthday bash….and that is the one bash I am going to crash….alot of catching up to do with cousins whom I have missed terribly…I am so looking forward to it

Sunday….well you know…I will surely blog Sunday…don’t think I won’t…