Thursday 16th October 2008
...one of the two who cried buckets (tears of joy!) at my wedding. The other one who cried is this birthday girl's daughter -my mother. So that makes this babe my nenek.
Selamat Hari Jadi Ke-73, Puan Ramlah!
Yesterday, when TheLaki and I went over to my mom's place for dinner, I caught birthday girl merrily polishing off a bowl of raspberry ripple ice-cream with cherry toppings. Knowing her doctor recently told her her diabetes is still on a rampage and she needs to control her sugar intake, I was surprised to see her going at her dessert with gusto. But before I could say anything, she saw me looking at her disapprovingly and, with a sheepish grin, calmly defended herself with a short speech about how old people shouldn't need to control their eating habits obsessively just because they're afflicted with old-age illnesses. She believes good food should be enjoyed at whatever age we're at. Seven...seventeen...seventy-three. Because we're all going to the same place in the end anyway.
She then proceeded to ask for a second helping.
Yes, my nenek so gothic like that. She and Marilyn Manson should totally get together.
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