People that matters

One of my SILs was surprised to learn that I still keep in touch with my ex-schoolmates and ex-uni mates. We don’t only SMS/call/email each other often; we make a point to meet at least once a month to catch up with each other’s life. According to my SIL, she doesn’t even know where her friends from school or uni are. Her world revolves around work, family and the house (and also shopping… shopping… shopping). I am definitely not and cannot be that type. If I were to cut the ties with my friends, I’d feel like a polar bear living alone and cold in the North Pole. (Although at times, when I wore whites, people would mistake me with a polar bear, but NO I don’t want to be left hibernating alone in the North Pole).

Being Muslim women, we’ve always been taught that the Hubby and Family are everything that a woman can ever ask for, thus they’re always the priority; the rest doesn’t really matter (?) I don’t deny part of that. However, there are still things that you can never make yourself opening up to close family members, not even the Hubby. Let alone the MILs and FILs.

Imagine how a typical MIL would react to my usual whinings like, ‘Why can’t I stay and eat pasta at Fasta Pasta the whole day while I bloghop? Why do I have to come to the office and sit in my boring cubicle? My salary is never enough, why can’t your son just give me half of his?’

Imagine again, how the Hubby would react when he hears this:
‘I plan to build my own wealth. I don’t want to depend on my hubby all the time. I also want to make sure he doesn’t know how much I’m worth or where I keep all my money. Where should I hide my insurance policy?’

Those are among the things you’d rather spill out to trusted and reliable friends. Although some are quite judgmental, it’s not such a big deal and you wouldn’t mind.

So, throughout my adult life, the list of email addresses and phone numbers of ex-schoolmates and a few ex-uni mates is always within my reach. Knowing them ever since I was a teenager, there’s an unexplainable kind of trust we share. The sisterhood and bond (with my ex-schoolmate) is something that people like my SIL can never understand.

A colleague once asked why I always ‘beria-ia’ when there’s a function held by the school alumni.
My answer was, ‘It’s an opportunity for great networking and meeting a very reliable support group.’ He was being skeptical, and asked back, ‘Betul ke? Bukan nak jumpa cinta lama?’, a question that deserved my left foot (in a hooking side kick motion).
‘Hellooooo! I went to all girls high school la wey!’ there came my shrieking voice.
‘I never said your old flame was a guy,’
Argh, that’s cliché. Why every girl from all girls’ high school is always suspected to be a potential lesbo at any point of her life?

Most guys get it wrong when it comes to sisterhood. You guys will never get it, regardless of my countless effort trying to explain. This entry is not supposed to re-explain those things. When I started writing this, I intended to share the great time we had at MiCasa last weekend, but I got sidetracked until the end. Hehehehe.


R to L: Waz1f, Shawq1 and Ali (Jazzmatazzed's son). Posing sakan after swimming sakan.

The school break concluded with our NSSC weekend getaway at MiCasa. The boys enjoyed themselves, and the mommies didn’t get much sleep.