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Wednesday, June 29, 2011


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I'm currently at my aunt's place again and it's half past 4 in the morning, and I'm still up mindlessly tumblr-ing away with Kak Anieshia who still refuses to sleep too. I believe she's watching her korean reality show in attempt to kill the wedding jitters that's killing her inside... hehe I am so excited for her wedding!!!!!!(xinfinity) omg it is going to be so exciting. I still have not decided what to wear for her dinner event on Saturday night!! Ughhh time's running out... anyway, the wedding preparations are almost done and everyone's just getting more and more hyped up for the wedding. Kak Anieshia's the eldest (and first) to get married among us cousins (on my dad's side) hence the immeasurable excitement! Hopefully everything will run smoothly on Friday and Saturday! It's gonna be a blast ^^

On another note, I wanted to share a beautiful recount of a 50 year-old love story that my grandma (dad's mom) shared with me during our short JB trip on a couple of days ago. Basically my grandma set eyes on my grandpa for the first time at a wedding event years ago, during her teenage years. My grandpa was sitting, not sharing the spotlight with others on the dancefloor, let alone mingle with the guests. So all my grandma could do was steal glances and look at him from a distance. Nothing concrete happened that night for my grandma did not even realise when my grandpa left the event.

A few days after, while my grandma was back at her kampong (this happened decades ago, mind you) she bumped into my grandpa (cause his bestfriend stayed in the same kampong as my grandma! Ikr, it had to be fate!) who was visiting his bestfriend. That same night, she received her first letter from my grandpa. And then it followed that my grandpa started appearing at her kampong more frequently, for they were both exchanging love letters fervently, according to my grandma (awww how sweet and fun does all this letter-exchange sound right??!?! I bet the thrill, if any, that we get from texting/calling/facebooking,etc. will never beat or replace the traditional exchange of letters. Sigh~)

And so her crush grew into infatuation and love... well, you get the drift.

So the turning point in my grandma's life came when she had to decide between a promising career, alongside her elder siblings, to become a teacher OR a seemingly foolish affair with the man she had grown to love fondly. Of course, she chose the latter. While her sisters attain success from becoming respectable teachers, my grandma did not get much support for her "silly" decision to get married to my grandpa at a pretty young age.

What was so beautiful to me was the way my grandma recounted her love story to me, and the passion in her voice, which I felt (no kidding). How she told me that there were several suitors who were better off than my grandpa in many ways but it was always my grandpa who was on her mind (I'm translating her exact words, btw!) She told me that no matter how much hardships she went through, especially the never-ending financial difficulties, she is not regretting her choice at all. Even till today, she remembered how much she went through to raise her kids to be the best they can be. She knew she could have had a better life, like her siblings and other relatives (my grandaunts are more well-to-do, I must admit that), but she told me this, "Nyayi tahu tak ade seorang lelaki lagi yang macam Yayi kau. Tu pasal Nyayi tak menyesal sedikit pun."

In english, she knew there isn't another man like my grandpa. That's the reason why she has no regrets at all till this very day.

Oh my god, that has to be love right? I mean, she's been in love with my grandpa for 50 years now. I can't imagine how that feels, being in love with someone for so long. Through all the ups and downs, with that one significant other in your life. It must make you feel... purposeful. I'd love to experience a love so beautiful, and everlasting, too.
Well, who doesn't?
Sigh... I'm so lost in my thoughts right now, I need to stop here.

I'll end this post with my favourite quote by Norman Cousins, "The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness."

PS: Can't believe Hadri's leaving for Perth in 2 days. Gonna miss my random chill-out sessions that I've been having with him, smoking at his porch, crashing his house and driving around talking shitz.

PPS: Can't wait to meet my girlfriends later on for our waffle party! YAY


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