How Charming !!!! :-))

How charming !!! And only the "English" can do that. It was so sweet and so nostalgic. In a world of communication with one touch of the finger, it was "old school charm" style that was retained. It took almost six weeks for it to arrive via "snail mail" but arrived it did. :-(0) ... An ex-student who is now residing in UK sent a postcard ...

I used to love collecting postcards. Remember (those born in the 60's & 70's) when we used to have pen-pals from all over Malaysia and the world? How I enjoyed writing aerogrammes and postcards!! To encourage our hobbies and also to practice our writing skills, Bapak would always give us extra pocket money to indulge in buying lovely writing pads, postcards and stamps. The book stores and stationery section used to sell beautiful cards and writing pads.

I was the unofficial news correspondent for the family. When some of my sisters were either studying or working in USA, Japan, UK and Australia, I wrote faithfully every week to all of them. I wrote about almost everything about the family and its activities - all our pets were considered family too. Now we call it "updates". Maybe that is why I still write now - blog, e-mails, messenger or sms. No, I do not have whatsapp, IG or Twitter - someone said I preferred to simplify my life. Someone too said I lived in the "jurassic" era - a world without whatsapp or IG. My reasoning is very simple - you have my number right?

 When she went to Morocco, she sent another postcard just to see if it arrived as I told her that the postcard from London did not arrive. It arrived together with the postcard from London with a two-week difference between them. Is something wrong with our postal system? Anyway, they did arrived and faith in the postal system aka "snail mail" was restored. It may take like forever but it usually reaches its destination as intended.

Thank you for the sweet, charming and beautiful postcards. Enticing aren't they? Just to share with you reviewers and enjoy them. Besides ... God knows when I will receive another card !!!!! ;-)))

How Quaint ... ;-))

How quaint and sweet. Charming and classic. So nostalgic. In a world of convenient communications, the various social media available - this "makcik" retains her personality and tradition. In the old school style ... she presented me with an invitation letter in her own Jawi writing. It's old school so I took quite some time to read it ... hahahaha ... but I got it right especially the date, day, venue and time. I hope .... she just passed it to me. I love it thus I am putting it here to share because you can read the sincerity and that all the thoughts and love are in it. Personalised invitation - have you ever got one? Hmmmm ... so nostalgic ....  ;-}}  It reminds me so much of Mak's handwriting. She wrote in Jawi very well as she was educated in an agama school. It made my day to get her invitation. It made me feel good ...

In The Eyes of Parents ...

A young friend lamented that her mother will forever see her as a child. She is in her thirties ... even when she wants to go to the toilet, her mother will remind her to be careful. In exasperation she sighs that if only her mother knew what she went through when she lived in KL for the past sixteen years. Her mother still worries about her and her elder sister still nags at her. Sometimes she just keep her counsel and silence for peace to prevail. She knows they love her but some times, she wishes that they realise that she has grown up and can stand on her own two feet .... it does not help that she is not working full time and still single. Perhaps if she marries, they will leave her alone .. hmmm ... you wish !!  ;-(0) ...

Another young lady in her forties said her mother will not even trust her diagnosis when she was down with something. To her mother, she will always be her child. She is a doctor by profession. She has to take her mother to the hospital so that another doctor colleague can diagnose and treat her ....

How often have I realised that I will always be treated like a younger sibling by my older siblings. Although I can take care of myself very well, make decisions on my own - to them I am and will always be their younger sister to be concerned of. Sometimes it can be suffocating but they mean well. When my mother was alive, she did not trust that I could take care of my children. She was always worried if I fed them right, if I could take care of them when they were sick or the many other things that mothers did. Whenever I was visiting her, she would make sure our clothes were all washed and folded, the boys bathed and fed, prepared all our necessities ... I missed her pampering without actually spoiling us rotten. That was how she treated ALL her children ... so I guess it is not surprising that the cycle returns in the form of the older ones ...

   How true isn't it? The way I treated my sons too goes the same way. I want to make sure that they are okay, comfortable, have nice and reliable friends, get regular meals ... mothers will never stop mothering their children even after they were married and have a family of their own. Thus, they move away not to desert their parents but to make a statement that they can make it on their own with their parents love, thoughts and prayers. Not to defy their parents but to stand on their own two feet and build their own little world ... Thus, they also realise that one day ... life is after all, a cycle.