Sambungan - Sunday's story.
We went to Ampang coz we had to get the pictures we sent for printing. Then we went to visit my eldest uncle (Ibu's eldest brother) - he just came out of Ampang Puteri due to an operation. I had to tell D repeatedly why we had to go and visit sbb dia tak nak pegi, and wanted to go to Ampang Point instead. Sigh.
Anyway, when we got to my uncle's house, and my uncle asked D for a check-up (since I kept teling D that Tok Long was sick), D put his hand on Tok Long's forehead and declared, "He's tak panas!". We all burst out laughing... Tak tau la nak jadi doktor ke anakku ini...
After that, we headed back to Subang/Shah Alam to get the boys a long, overdue haircut. A was first, coz D refused to go first and wanted ice-cream as incentive. Double sigh. So, A cried his lungs out when the clipper started buzzing. But we got his hair clipped crew-cut style... hehe. D pulak, was telling G how he wanted his hair cut, then went quiet when the haircut was ongoing, but... when it was done, he burst into tears! "I don't want it like this!" Alamak! We just told the barber to give him a number 2 cut on the sides, and a number 3 on the top, and Danial got upset!
My baby boy has started to care about what he looks like! I want to cry, I tell ya. Sebelum ni, he'd just wear what I put on him, eat what I put in front of him (ok lah, this part was until he's about 1 year old only...) and cry when he had his hair cut, but that's because he's scared of the barber... Now, he's upset because he felt he looked weird with the buzz cut.
I tried consoling him that his hair will grow, and I apologized repeatedly to him. He was feeling slightly better later, and you know what he said? "Ok, my hair will grow longer, and I will be Danial again."
It just damned well near broke my heart. I'm sorry, baby. We'll go to another place to get a nice hair cut next time, ok? And this time, I will listen to you what kind of hair cut you want.
p.s. Hari ni, he wanted to wear a cap. So that his friends won't see his hair. I feel so ashamed.
Maybe it's coming to "that" time of the month. I'm so irritable. Feeling so lethargic. Argh. Bosan.
Anyway, weekend ni agak sibuk with one major highlight. We went to D's usual saturday routine, and then, we went to my friend's open house. N pun pegi. This friend, whom N and I haven't seen in (mental arithmatic) 18 years (?)(sounds about right)... We were in touch via email, of course, but I haven't come face to face with her for 18 years - last was SPM year (Form 5) - when we were 17.
Then N and I met another friend - who came to the same open house - whom I also haven't met for the same period of time. It's just unbelievable. To see how we've "grown" (I meant myself) and came into our own after all this while. It's absolutely thrilling, and also nerve-wrecking, at the same time. We remembered each other as we were 18 years ago. Now we've each got our life stories so far, and I'm sure we've gone through many things in our own way. It'd be very interesting to get to know each other all over again.
My only regret - we didn't take any pictures to commemorate the event. Apa raa??? We've got to get together again and really take our time. My cue to take my leave was when D asked me,"Tibu, can we go home now?"
Who can resist that sweet face?
And to my newfound old friends, I hope this is only the beginning of more get-togethers...
Today I've come to the halfway mark to reach 40. How do I feel?
I still feel 20-ish. Then again, 30 is the new 20, right? So everybody tells me, age is just a number. How you feel inside matters more.
I guess being in my 30s, I feel more at ease with myself (though I still need to lose weight). Mellowed maybe? Less critical of others and, more importantly, of myself. Less taking things for granted. More stopping to smell the roses. Hmmm.
Lunch was great. Went out with colleagues for North Indian food. Food was good, and the company - fantastic. Kudos to YN who organized it. She's one cookie I admire greatly. Great combo of both soft and hard skills. Wish I had that...
Dinner was simple. Had a good laugh when the boys blew out the candle and cut the cake. Nothing beats celebrating the birthday with loved ones.
Apologies for the staccato flow. Am just writing what comes to mind. This time it happens like short idea bursts. Then again, I'm in a slightly pensive mood. Because tomorrow I have the monthly major presentation to top management. Everytime, without fail, I get the jitters. I hope I don't screw things up. Hopefully everyone's still in Raya mood... :)
