Monday = not a fun day

It's just another boring, mundane, almost blue Monday. Like a restless butterfly, I keep flitting from webpage to webpage in search of juicy news, ideas...oh, whatever.

Then some updates on Facebook set my little heart a-flutter. The August issue of Appetite Magazine, with a feature on my patio garden, is out. I can't wait to get my hands on a copy.

The other update on Facebook happens to be a wedding which took our group of friends by surprise. In real life, he's an aquaintance but in Facebook, he's a friend. Not too long ago, he was still a swinging bachelor. Then in quick succession, he dated, got engaged and married a foreigner.

None of us, even the ones who were once his good friends, were invited to his wedding. Naturally some felt left out. I didn't feel a thing because I've only met him casually during our outings.

Anyhow, being Miss Nosey, I couldn't help scrutinising the 100+ wedding photos. The bride looked beautiful in her traditional wedding gear. Everyone seemed to be having fun but why wasn't the bride's mother smiling in all the photos?

It got me thinking about daughters and marriage. It is every parent's dream to see their beloved daughter being betrothed to a good man. Twenty years ago, I got married against my parents' wishes. Looking back, it must have been so painful for them to sit through the wedding ceremony of their only daughter. Mum revealed years later that she almost fainted that night. I wasn't aware of course, we were too busy partying. I was foolish then.