Oh, bugger

Sometimes when you're on holiday you lose track of the day and time. It's been fantastic to go to sleep whenever and wake-up whenever - Clock? What is that? - but it's starting to take its toll on me. When I woke up this morning with the biggest hung-over like feeling, I realised that I cannot take this 14-16 hour sleep a day thing anymore; feeling that my age is finally creeping up on me....

Speaking of age, and how Chinese New Year is just 'round the corner, surely the relatives after the usual, "Wah Amehdah! Fat/Slim already loh!" will continue with the question, "So how old are you now arh?" thinking that surely, in their days, 24 is when they've already been wed with x number of kids. Come to think of it, my mother wed at 22 and had me by the time she was 24!

It's scary. I feel old. And it's surreal to believe that I'm still at university (albeit in my final year, finally) while most of my friends are out in the real world, and hearing stories of how they are struggling with making it on their own with graduate wages, the stress of work, while at the same time, trying to juggle a social life out of the corporate office.

And then another close friend got married. Three other close friends were just discussing with me about marriage, and buying a home for themselves and their plus ones, and surely, surely, how they would kill me if I wasn't there for their lovely weddings wherever in the world I am at that time.

I don't see myself jumping on the marriage train anytime soon (well, I would need to find someone to marry first to begin with...) but those events have propelled me to thinking about it, and regretfully, discussing it with my mother.

The mother then proceeded to tick off her fingers a list of suitable venues, themes, type of dinners that would be served, and... what kind of dress she would be wearing for the evening/tea ceremony/etc (that ridiculous but very gorgeous RM10,000 Ralph Lauren dress). Apparently someone has been thinking about it for a while...

My sister and I stared at her incredulously, and the sister then said, "Oh my, I've heard of Bridezilla, but I think we have a case of Mumzilla here."

I mumbled a reminder that I need someone to marry to begin with. What not marry, to date.

The mother with her super-sensitive but very selective hearing then replied, "Oh don't worry, if anything, we can put you in those dating service thing. You know, the one where they only allow corporate people." The sister went kekeke as she is culprit who introduced the mother to that idea from a magazine article she was reading.

There you go. Perhaps I should feel relieved that my potential future happiness lie in these dating agencies. After all, the mother has it all planned.

It's time to get my bum off and wake up early for once and do some serious jogging. 27 more days before I have to fit into that god fearing cheong-sam.