HONOURING INVITATIONS

It is 26 days to go before my son's wedding reception. The r.s.v.p.s are trickling in. Surely but slowly.
Which leads me to wonder - how do you regard wedding invitations when you receive one? How do you feel when you get one?

I, for one, feel very honoured every time I receive an invitation to just about anything at all. What more a wedding invite. Weddings are traditionally an intimate affair, especially meant for family, relatives and close friends. To be invited to one means you qualify under one of these categories, and you should be grateful to be included. I know I would be. After all, it is the prerogative of the host to decide who to invite and who not to for the occasion, regardless of your association with him/her.

The way to honour such an invitation is to respond to it as soon as one can. The host needs to know the number of people coming especially for catering purposes and seating arrangements. The way I see it, if you want to attend the function and you can, you should say so immediately. The same goes for responses in the negative. If you know for a fact that you would not be able to make it, or don't want to - whatever the reason - you should reply accordingly. So why do some people take their time to respond? Or wait till the last minute to do so? Worst still, not respond at all?

If you said you would attend, be sure to keep the date. It is your responsibility and moral obligation to make sure that you don't commit to something else on that date. Unless it's a matter of life and death, we should honour that commitment once it is given. Wedding invitations should not be regarded as trivial, no matter who it is from. The host would have been deluged with a zillion things to take care of in order to ensure the smooth running of the function. He/she can do without having to worry if his/her guests would turn up when the day comes. It is also downright rude to reply that you would attend and then not turn up for the function just because you decide to do something else.

The host has been gracious enough to extend you an invitation; the least you can do is respond - and in good time. It is simply common courtesy, isn't it?

BOOK TALK

Judging by the number of people that came, some as early as an hour before the time scheduled, it was a much anticipated event. Ipoh was to be Clare-Newcastle Brown's last stop in the book tour. I was simply glad that they decided to include Ipoh which has often been bypassed for such events which usually gives priority to KL or Penang. I was one of the eager-beavers having been told to come early lest I might not get a seat. As it turned out, the Tower Regency Hotel's ballroom was large enough to hold more than the anticipated crowd.

For a crowd it was - largely made up of Ipoh residents who were mostly middle-aged and beyond. Of course there were some younger ones too. Before Clare's arrival, a corner of the Hall was set up to sell "The Sarawak Report" - the very book she had written and had come to launch. Needless to say, the book was a sellout, even at RM80. Now, who was it who said that Ipoh-ites are a miserly bunch? Those who couldn't get a copy had to get on the waiting list - the reprints would be on the way.

The minute Clare started speaking, she held the audience in the palm of her hand. The subject matter of her Book has obviously piqued everyone's interest, and who better to talk about it than the lady who had uncovered it all in the first place. It was like hearing from the horse's mouth. You could hear a pin drop from the rapt attention she was getting from the audience. Clare spoke calmly and distinctly - in that unmistakably British manner - and never for a moment brought attention to herself except the issue at hand. Members of the audience were ready with their questions and the Q&A session could have gone on forever. But, there's only so much that she could say in an hour's talk. After all, everything's in the Book. She has given it 3 years of her life, in the face of intimidation, threats and risk to personal safety. The least we can do is READ it, and make our own deductions.

For me, it was a morning well-spent. Not only did I get another book to read, but one signed by none other than the author herself - priceless.

MOVING ON...

It is 4 years 6 months since the disappearance of flight MH370 on 8 March 2014. In a month's time, my son - whose wife was on the flight - will marry again. It is hard to describe how I feel because my feelings are mixed. After 3 years there was a time when I worried that he might not be able to move on with his life in terms of starting anew with someone else. As a mother, it was my biggest fear. Even today, I cannot put the incident out of my mind, so how can I expect him to? Some days it is still fresh as if it was only yesterday. They had only been married a year and had just celebrated their first anniversary. In a cruel twist of fate, what was supposed to be a brief trip to Beijing in the company of her mother, elder sister and an aunt, turned out to be one of no return. While it hadn't been easy for us, I can only imagine the heartbreak it was for my son. But he soldiered on, burying himself in work and returning to the home they shared late at night, so as to find solace in sleep. It must have been one hell of loneliness.

In the beginning, when the media was at its frenzy covering the flight's disappearance, coupled with the hordes of theories from every source imaginable, we told him that it was best to avoid watching TV or any form of coverage of the incident. The uncertainty and  confusion would only wear him out. And to only await news from MAS or official sources. To his credit, he bore the years that followed with perseverance. He showed more fortitude than I thought he had; never once did he give up or wallow in self-pity. He seemed calm - at least outwardly - and took the tribulation in his stride. For us who are closest to him, he had become a tad quieter and his laughter, if it came at all, was forced and hollow. He had grieved in silence. Finally, the loneliness must have got to him. He started dating his soon-to-be wife a year ago - 3 years after the incident - and they got engaged last April. It wasn't easy for him; he had his moments of hesitation before taking that step. After all, it was going to be another milestone in his life. He is 35 and should be in the prime of his life, building a career and a family.

I am happy for him. Alhamdulillah, he is moving on. I pray to the Almighty that he be given the happiness he deserves, in lieu of the one that was so suddenly taken from him. I want to hear his hearty laugh again. Insyaallah.

Picking Up Where I left Off

Today I feel better than I had been feeling for the past 3-4 days. I had some kind of mild contractions in my stomach which caused frequent visits to the bathroom. In between, I had the chills which forced me to take Nurofen every 6 hours or so because I did not want to visit the doctor. I believe some kind of virus must have assaulted me and caused chaos in my tummy, leaving me listless, lethargic with not much of an appetite. Unproductive would also be an accurate way of describing the condition I was in.

Not that I had been doing anything very much before this. During the last few months, my attempt at writing short stories got derailed somewhat for no apparent reason other than procrastination and lack of motivation. I had come to a point when I was questioning if I should be writing at all. I mean, what's the point? I had not been making any headway so far. Despite the amount of reading up on the craft, through books and websites, I was nowhere near to knowing if I was on the right track. All that information makes me more confused and frustrated. 

Postings on my Instagram and Twitter have been sluggish too lately. Perhaps I'm lacking material to make up the content? I have treated these platforms as my writing outlet. I may not be able to write at length there, but the postings still require some thought to put them into a readable and coherent form.

The only thing I kept going was reading. Maybe I was meant to be a reader, not a writer! I had bought some books on my last trip to the UK in April, and I have been catching up on those. Then of course the arrival of "The Billion Dollar Whale" on Malaysian shores this week cast everything else aside. I finished the almost 400-page book within 2 days. Once I started on it, it wasn't easy to put it down. Could be due to a couple of reasons, not least of which, the subject matter! First - it is readable with clear and easy-to-understand language. In view of the subject matter, which could be daunting to a non-financial person like me, perhaps it was the intention of the writers to break it down into more comprehensible terms. They certainly succeeded there. I've no intention of doing a review of the book here, but suffice to say, it is a good read - believe it or not!