As mentioned, over a week ago, I had a nice, long chat (more like a one-sided conversation where one person does all the talking, but let's just stick with convention and call it a 'chat') with my landlady and indeed, it was truly inspiring (my choice of words might be a little wrong, but just bear with it till the end of the post).

One thing that I must say before anything else is that, when you're a parent to an adult, I suppose it makes a lot of sense to want to see your child be married, settled down, and bear you a bunch of grandchildren.
If you're the adult child, you might find your parent to be a nag if it's being said to you over and over again but you're still single as ever.

So, here goes.

My landlady is 57 years old (she said she didn't mind having people know her age, and mind you she looks young for her age ANYWAY) and has a daughter in her late 20's/early 30's somewhere there who's unmarried.
It comes as no surprise when my landlady tells me that she has been trying to matchmake her daughter with some young men previously before, but to no avail as her daughter is still single (I'm not sure if she's even looking for one herself).
This concerns her mother due to her age(apparently, a girl's market value drops with age) and the fact that she is an only child, so.. all the more so, right?
It might seem to some as though her mother (aka my landlady) is just being too traditional and restrictive of how her daughter should lead her life by 'pressuring' her to get married and start a family.
But the thing is this: she made a very good point about why she did what she did (is continuing to do so as we speak).

My landlady recollected a time when her daughter was working in a company in Sydney and had been at it for somewhere between a year or so. She decided to leave the company for greener pastures in the UK(which is where she is now) so she gave in her resignation letter, and all that jazz that people do when they resign.
As with most major companies, they have that annual retreat/event that all employees are invited to. Although her resignation was probably just past a few days or was going to come, she was completely omitted from the invitation list for that yearly event, even though she had been an asset to that company. Like, just completely forgotten.
Such gratitude.

Well, bottom line here is that, if you were to place career over family, get this: the company you work for can easily find someone to replace you, and they get over you quickly because you're never quite that irreplaceable as you might assume yourself to be during your tenure.
But if you leave a family, you never can be replaced. Your mother will always love you, and so will your dad, and the rest of your family. Everyone. Just imagine if you lost a brother, a mother, etc. A new mother isn't quite the same, because the old one will always hold a special place in your heart and nothing can change that.

So, my landlady's point of getting married eventually in life makes absolute sense. When you die, you can't take anything with you, but you can only leave everything you have behind. If you had a family, you leave behind a bloodline in the children that you have. And that's a beautiful thing.
Family. Pure and simple. It's the one thing that can never be broken; for blood is thicker than water.

Well then, not much of a deep thinker nor talker but yeah that's the dish. I just felt so inspired after that and thought I should pen it down at the very least... though... by inspired it kinda means that I'm suppose to be in search of 'the one' to spend the rest of my life with, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.

Wow, wedding vows can sound so beautiful.

And also... imagine how lonely it would feel to have no special one in your life, the one that sticks around, in good times and in bad, until death do you both part.
Loneliness is a terrible feeling, I think.

I guess being the idealistic type of person, these vows are just simply perfect, but yes everything has its own challenges, and you don't have to go at it alone.

I don't know where I'm heading by writing these words out.
I guess I just think that anyone all out for a single life is making a wrong choice.
To me, I never thought of a single life for the rest of the days that I still have breath to be fun, but perhaps I was tuned from young to the sound of marriage bells somewhere in the future, God knows when, but it has to happen somehow, somewhen for me.
I am single, available, not exactly searching, but when someone lands in front of me, I shouldn't miss the chance, should I?
Okay, I'm risking myself sounding desperate, but it's just a statement.
I have many years ahead to not have to think about it now, but as my landlady says,
"You must get a boyfriend so that one day you get married."

Haha. We'll see where this heads to.

Tata!
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But wait.
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What's going on here?

Oh, I see.
Lovely legs indeed :)
I finally found an awesome crack for Photoshop CS3.
Now I have Photoshop CS3 installed.

*laughs like an evil, mad scientist with pipe organ playing in background.*
Envy is a sin.

I have therefore, sinned.
I hate myself when I don't ask things I should be asking.
Cluelessness is a very bad feeling (along with loneliness, hopelessness, sadness, etc.)
Sometimes I wonder what is stopping me from asking the things I need to ask.
(Like in tutorials and lectures. Uni is going to take a lot of getting used to if I cease asking)
I mean, it doesn't kill to ask, does it?
I, the painfully shy girl, who needs a lot of coercing to get things said and done, must be made to ask.
What about you, the more flamboyant one (no one can't beat me, I'm sure)?
ASK, and you shall receive.

Well, the worst that could happen is the door closes in front of your face, yet there's always another door right next to it to try and open...
I can finally say Semester 1 of my first year is done (well, apart from the looming exams that is).

That has been pretty fast, wasn't it?

Then again, 12 weeks isn't all that much for proper studying.

Slap me now. I have a week till my first paper.
OH OH.

:O:O