Aftermath..

My 30 white roses...

And oh, yeah..

JAVIN sang a birthday song for me (just the first line).

I'm Officially 30!!!

I'm officially declared as 30 years old!!!

After months of anxiety and excitement, today seems to be a normal day except when I got a wake-up call (literally a phone call) from my mother who told me at 5 plus in the morning that she's giving me a year to find someone to settle down. Or else, she'll find one for me. How duh can that be? After a minute of lecture about finding a life partner, she then wished me happy birthday. So typical of my mother. I thought with all her obsession with her handphone games and smses, she would be more open-minded and proud that her daughter is an accomplished as well as a financially independent woman. But after today, I beg to differ.

Writing about this gives me the creep. I can feel my heart beating rapidly. This is one of my worst nightmare. To be married off to a stranger. The other one is to lose all my teeth. Don't laugh. Both can cause my heart to palpitate to a nervous pitch.

My auntie just called five minutes ago and talked about the same issue. But she started off wishing me a happy birthday, then THE TOPIC. My hands are freezing now; women, when forced to a corner, can do horrendous things. I can imagine my mum and nine of my aunties, plotting to sell me off to whoever is the highest bidder. Adik and Adi, if you are reading me. Please help me. I'm really scared shit.

I've already thought about it. If they were to push THIS THING to my face, I'm going to move away. Period. I don't understand people's fascination with marriages. Life ain't complete if you're not married, they say. Humbug! The rate of divorce and problems arousing from marital woes already make my hair stands. Yeah, marriage makes you complete. The aftermath of marriage completes the cycle of making you bitter and broken.

Hey, I'm not against marriage. I'm against FORCING to be married. If I say I like pink, you can't force me to like black, right? It's just like marriage. Don't like means don't like. How can you spend the rest of your life just to satisfy other people's idea of a fulfilled life?

Can't believe I'm ranting on my birthday. Actually, I would like to thank people who are excited for my birthday. I'm excited too. My kids who made a special effort to celebrate with me yesterday. I felt so honoured. And my last year kids who came to wish me happy birthday. And my friends too. Two of them surprised me with the the Rocher bouquet (30 in all. She made herself!) and the Princess Hour man-cushion. They came to my house and passed the gifts to my mum. The roses were given by one of my kids. Gonna receive more presents today! I'm so excited! I love presents!

*twenty28eight is currently waiting for Zah to wake up so that they can go picnic together*

Happy...

I have not felt this relaxed for a pretty long time. I actually did not do anything at all on Sunday. All I did was to stay awake for a few hours, read the papers, completed Mitch Albom's For One More Day (finally!) and slept again. For the rest of the day, I was in and out slumberland. Until I got a headache for sleeping too much. I miss doing all that. I haven't done that for a very long time.

Recently, I realised that I haven't been singing while I was driving. Normally, I'm quite the freakazoid driver who blasts her songs mega loudly and sang even louder. But nowadays, I would be thinking while I'm driving. And when I decide to sing, I've already reached the Institution or home.

Today, I'm feeling happy. Not jubilant like last week. Just happy. And it makes me feel like my old self. I wish I'm this happy everyday.

*twenty28eight would like to receive a bouquet of 30 white roses for her birthday. anybody reading this?*

Feeling Good...

I feel good this week. Despite being on MC on Tuesday, I still feel good.

Feeling Good No. 1
My two boys actually took the initative to stay back and seek help from their Science Potters. One of them actually asked me to remind one of the Science Potters that he would stay back for Chemistry remedial. The Potter told him that she was only free after 1600 and he said he would be there despite the time. I thought that it was all talk; when I saw the two of them at 4 plus being coached by the Science Potters separately, I was so happy. Euphoric is the word. Really lifted my spirit that day. As P.H.Y.S.I.C.S told me before; yes, they would change. Give them the time. We shouldn't assume that they'll change overnight. I went home smiling that day.

Feeling Good No. 2
Watched 'Wild Hogs' with my current and ex-Goonies last Saturday. Noticed the difference between the two batches; while my current Goonies are still immature (Gosh! They talked so loudly to a point I have to hush them!) and lacking in EQ, my ex-Goonies are gentlemanly and thoughtful. The latter (the two of them look more 'prosperous' than ever! Sorry, guys. Heehee..) would make sure that I would either walk in front of or beside them. They would strike a conversation when they noticed that I was keeping quiet. When the food arrived, they would serve me the portions without me asking. I miss being treated like a princess. Haahaa.. Had a good conversation with them. When my friends arrived, they actually involved my friends in the conversation! Interesting! Of course, my current Goonies are not that bad. They actually spent their Saturday with their soon-to-be 30 year old Potter. Haahaa.. I noticed about my current Potter is that they do make me a priority. Not that I'm thinking highly of myself, but they would try to accomodate to me. When they knew I had not eaten, they would ask if I would have lunch with them. When the class upset me, they would come and try to console me. Sometimes, I'm so emotionally involved in myself that I don't realise how lucky I am.

Feeling Good No. 3
My Parker pen is very precious to me. I can't remember if I was the one who bought it or it was a gift but whenever I misplaced it, I'll go ballistic and berserk (I'm pretty anal, you see). I always believe in good pens and would hope to own a Mont Blanc one day. So one day, when I dismantled my Parker pen to show my Goonies how I had left it in the washer and dryer and it still worked, I forgot to bring it back to the office. After school, the next thing I knew, my pen was returned to me, all done up. Would like to thank Mr Leong for putting it together. It means a lot.

Feeling Good No. 4
Of course, in seven days' time is my 30th birthday! Wohoo!!!

April's Fool!

Wen-Wen called me and told me that XiaoSong couldn't come back to school. He had impregnated his girlfriend and the latter was going to report him to the police.

I was stupefied. What was I going to do?

My questions were endless and every answer that Wen-Wen gave me led to no solution. I thought of calling Master Wong. Maybe he would have the answer when it dawned to me...

"Bugger! It's a joke, right? April's fool, right?" I hollered.

In the background, Wen-Wen and XiaoSong were laughing their hearts out.

"Aiyah, Cher.. You kena trick!"

Trust them to come up with such a joke.

As Master Wong said, so cheeky of them. How can we bear getting angry with them?

:)