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Friday, April 10, 2009

MISSING SON AT THE GP

The loudest race on earth was subdued after torrential rains poured and red-flagged on the 32 out of 56 laps as Jenson Button was leading Nick Heidfeld and Timo Glock at the Malaysian GP in Sepang last Sunday.
The ferocious storm made it impossible for the racers to continue. After waiting in vain for almost an hour for the storm to stop, the race was officially called off and Jenson Button of Brawn GP was declared the winner. Nick Heidfeld of BMW Sauber and Timo Glock of Toyota were second and third place respectively. The runners were awarded only half point because the race did not reach two third of the distance. This happened only the fifth time in the F1 history.
The trophies were awarded by Datuk Sri Najib Tun Razak, the new premier two days after being sworn in.

Sorry guys! I was not there at the GP though. I only watched the event on television.

It was my son who got to go to the GP as security personnel. He started off to Sepang at 7am on Friday and was home slightly before midnight. I was then halfway between KL and London in my sleep. The same went for Saturday and Sunday.

He is 21. On any normal days I don't see him much either. In the morning I would be on my way to work while he is sleeping, or he too on his way to college. I would always treasure that short precious time where we would have some small talks over dinner before he disappear again for his workout in the gym, studies or having his teh tarik with some friends. Guess, one can't expect boys to be idled for long in the house.

That whole Sunday without realising it, I irked the people around me sulking over what time it was, wasthe GP finished yet, when would my son coming back....OMG... I'm missing my son! ' Hish.. your son is a 21 year old young man and he's only gone for 3 days to Sepang jer, not 3 months to Timbuktu! Well, a mother is a mother. Her child would always be a small baby to the whole of her life.

That night I simply had to wait for my 'baby tua' to come home before I could do this ''fly to Paris'.

5 comments:

zaitgha said...

i feel for you sis ha ha ha....our boys always babies to us as long as we shall live.....its the pains and pleasures of being mums....

Robert said...

"..That night I simply had to wait for my 'baby tua' to come home before I could do this ''fly to Paris'."

kau jgn kluar rumah sgt mie..
kesian mak kau tunggu kt umah tue..

zah (AT) said...

Ma..kalau emy masuk racing cam anak bujang aku tu camne ekkk? pasti kau terus tak tido malam..asik dok urut dada kot...heheeee

MAKLANG MID said...

Hi Zah,

Nice to see u hear. How r u? miss u

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