This is one for the books. Maybe two, three, four, five books. I don't know. But listen. In the northeastern state of Terenganu, Malaysia, the Associated Press reports of a wedding between a 33-year old man and - hold your breath - a 104-year old woman. You read it right: The woman is 104 years old.

      According to the man, Muhamad Nor Che Musa, it was not love at first sight. Mutual respect and friendship did it. "I am not after her money as she is poor," Mohamad emphatically explained. It's his first marriage but for his wife, Wook Kondor, it was - you can hold your breath again if you want to - her 21st trip to the marriage altar.

      Excuse me while I take a whiff of smelling salts.

  This is the kind of news that excites mixed reactions and emotions among people. Concerned parents will be ever watchful of the girl their son is dating. Grandmothers half the age of Mrs. Muhamad will be scandalized over this marital derring-do. Old maids approaching their 40's, will despair and be depressed, and feel cheated by fate because somebody who, they feel, came from  dinosaur country, landed a prince charming; all their lives were spent pining and praying for a son-in-law for their moms. No luck thus far.

      Yes, where is justice?

      A problem however. When it's Mrs. Muhamad's birthday, how big a cake must it be to hold, say, 105 candles, 106 candles, 110 candles or for as long as Mrs. Muhamad has a birthday to celebrate? And woe to Mr. Muhamad if he forgets Mrs. Muhamad's birthday or their wedding anniversary.

      And what happens if any one of Mrs. Muhamad's 21 husbands turns up at Mr. Muhamad's doorstep (assuming some, if not all, are still alive) to wish him well. If Mr. Muhamad happens to answer the door, should he announce the occasion by calling out to Mrs. Muhamad saying, "Honey, guess what? One of your X's is here"?