All right. I know that that's an unfounded generalization but it sure does seem that way to me. I'd just been on Facebook and found out that my sister's friend from kindergarten is getting married. My next-door-neighbour had her wedding reception last weekend. My cousin's coming back from Canberra to get married in late February. A couple of my old RO friends wedded last October. What were we children thinking?
There also seemed to be an abundance of "Bobby is engaged to Barbara" posts on Facebook. I think Facebook makes it so easy for us to update our relationship "status". One fella even updated his Facebook profile at the altar after the priest proclaimed them man and wife from "engaged" to "married". I have friends with the "engaged" tag. I dunno, I might find it important when my turn comes, if it ever does.
So what's the deal with marriages? To me, it is a life-long contract, commitment, pledge, vow, to stick with someone no matter what happens. Pretty big deal, right? So I absolutely do not understand why kids are falling over themselves to get married before they're not even a quarter of a century old. What would you think would be the perfect age to get married? I would like to get married in my late 20s, that would be the ideal for me.
I'm not afraid of commitment. I'm committed to my job, my birth order as the eldest in the family, to my star sign of Sagittarius (no, I haven't converted to a Serpenttarius, I despise snakes), to my relationship. But I do enjoy my freedom, very much.
Actually, I'm in a bit of a dilemma. Of course I want to get married, most girls do. I don't know about the radical feminists, but I see nothing anti-feminism about wanting to be part of a couple (maybe even a same sexed couple). But I have no idea when, and how.
After my stint in CLHS, I really have no idea where I'll be chucked. Most likely the rural areas. Elf's suggestion is that we get a marriage registry so that I would be able to remain in Penang. Anyway, marriage registry or not, I don't even want to go to East Malaysia. And it is not because of the KFC. Or McDonalds'. So I'd most likely look for another job on the peninsular. Or I'll just get married.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Post 17: Marrying a Prince
I write this in response to the announcements of Prince William's engagement to Kate Middleton. Both are 28 years old and will be married in April 2011. I'm sure this is the stuff of every little girl's fantasy, marrying a prince. Or at least imagining she is a princess. But you get a little older, and wiser, and then realize that there are only so many princes in this world. I wonder what it's like, being a real-life princess?
Firstly, I suppose I would have to eat things like caviar, and pate, and all that gourmet food. I've never had any of those things. I don't even like those fish roe, even the ones which came with sushi. And I am no longer able to walk into McDonald's without a bodyguard. Or KFC. Or PastaMania. Or Burger King.
I'll probably have princess lessons like Mia in The Princess Diaries. God knows I need them. I would probably have to be drilled in royal protocol and matters of etiquette. So that I wouldn't make a fool of the royal family.
They would probably hire me a stylist, hairstylist and make-up artist. And probably a trainer or two. And a nutritionist. And a manicurist. And a chauffeur. And maybe a butler. Some security. A personal assistant. Because I would be representing the royal family. And I have to look immaculate. Nice little pressed suits in pastel colors. Not a strand of hair out of place. I'd probably have to take up horseback riding. Or polo. Or cricket or whatever it is that royals play. No more RO and Perfect World for me.
I have to really watch what I say. Because who has ever heard of an outspoken, rude princess? Or even a sarcastic one? None in living memory. Of course I'd have to be involved in charities, and hospitals, and orphanage. Not that I have anything against charities and such. But sometimes, when celebrities do it, it seems a bit...fake. Like it's all for show for someone's twisted benefits.
At this age, this kind of fantasy is properly over. Sounds like dull, stiff, stuffy life, being a princess. Especially for a person who expects so much freedom from a relationship. Sounds like it could kill.
Firstly, I suppose I would have to eat things like caviar, and pate, and all that gourmet food. I've never had any of those things. I don't even like those fish roe, even the ones which came with sushi. And I am no longer able to walk into McDonald's without a bodyguard. Or KFC. Or PastaMania. Or Burger King.
I'll probably have princess lessons like Mia in The Princess Diaries. God knows I need them. I would probably have to be drilled in royal protocol and matters of etiquette. So that I wouldn't make a fool of the royal family.
They would probably hire me a stylist, hairstylist and make-up artist. And probably a trainer or two. And a nutritionist. And a manicurist. And a chauffeur. And maybe a butler. Some security. A personal assistant. Because I would be representing the royal family. And I have to look immaculate. Nice little pressed suits in pastel colors. Not a strand of hair out of place. I'd probably have to take up horseback riding. Or polo. Or cricket or whatever it is that royals play. No more RO and Perfect World for me.
I have to really watch what I say. Because who has ever heard of an outspoken, rude princess? Or even a sarcastic one? None in living memory. Of course I'd have to be involved in charities, and hospitals, and orphanage. Not that I have anything against charities and such. But sometimes, when celebrities do it, it seems a bit...fake. Like it's all for show for someone's twisted benefits.
At this age, this kind of fantasy is properly over. Sounds like dull, stiff, stuffy life, being a princess. Especially for a person who expects so much freedom from a relationship. Sounds like it could kill.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Post 16: All the Pretty Girls
It's odd that when you really look around at the teen-aged (I'm talking 18+ when I mention teenagers in this post) and early twenties couples, most of the time, you will notice that the girl is on the pretty side. I'm talking about perfect hair, not a strand out of place; white, even teeth; flawless, glowing skin; gorgeous complexion; long slender limbs and a body which makes you crawl into a gym and not come out for the next 20 years. Personality-wise, they are often the type which are loud, outgoing and in your face. Kind of reminds me of one of my classmates back in secondary school. But hey, she was an attention-seeking Leo after all. Anyway, I digress. Do guys really like girls who are talk at the top of their lungs, are rude and inconsiderate to others? Or is it really the packaging of these girls which appealed to the males? Guess this is one of life's questions I will never have an answer to.
And the girls! I observed that often, those who had a chinese education (can usually tell from the way they speak, if not their short hair) are more inclined to date the Ah Tu Ah Kao and Ah Beng. You know, those dudes with the golden, longish hair, baggy, too-loose pants, usually dark-colored tees, with a ciggy in the mouths as an ornament, with a thick, often weaved metal chain hanging from their belts as an accessory? Maybe it's a matter of preference, but can you say eww? Sometimes the girls who hang out with this type of guys are really pretty, I so feel that they can do better elsewhere. And these guys aren't even that good looking, if the strength of relationship potential be measured by looks.
I guess some people say that it is attractive when a girl knows what she wants and how to get it. That's why there's a book titled "Why Men Marry Bitches" or some such. Er, that's because all the good ones are taken? The essence of the book (I haven't read it, but I've read snippets of it) is that men want women who have their own take on things, have their own life, and do not cling. And supposing that guys date the pretty ones, assuming that these are the girls who possess the qualities I just mentioned, it also implies that the lesser (in looks) ones, are clingy women, with no mind of their own, and doesn't have a life.
Gee, what a tragedy. But if it's any comfort, the nearer you are to being ready to get married and look for a life partner to settle down with, then you will marry the person most suited to you, regardless of looks, brains, opinions, what have you.
And the girls! I observed that often, those who had a chinese education (can usually tell from the way they speak, if not their short hair) are more inclined to date the Ah Tu Ah Kao and Ah Beng. You know, those dudes with the golden, longish hair, baggy, too-loose pants, usually dark-colored tees, with a ciggy in the mouths as an ornament, with a thick, often weaved metal chain hanging from their belts as an accessory? Maybe it's a matter of preference, but can you say eww? Sometimes the girls who hang out with this type of guys are really pretty, I so feel that they can do better elsewhere. And these guys aren't even that good looking, if the strength of relationship potential be measured by looks.
I guess some people say that it is attractive when a girl knows what she wants and how to get it. That's why there's a book titled "Why Men Marry Bitches" or some such. Er, that's because all the good ones are taken? The essence of the book (I haven't read it, but I've read snippets of it) is that men want women who have their own take on things, have their own life, and do not cling. And supposing that guys date the pretty ones, assuming that these are the girls who possess the qualities I just mentioned, it also implies that the lesser (in looks) ones, are clingy women, with no mind of their own, and doesn't have a life.
Gee, what a tragedy. But if it's any comfort, the nearer you are to being ready to get married and look for a life partner to settle down with, then you will marry the person most suited to you, regardless of looks, brains, opinions, what have you.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Post 15: Only Friends?
Before I begin, I have an issue to address. I find that I write better when I actually put pen to paper. My last couple of posts were written on paper before I typed it out. I dunno, just find that thoughts come easily to me when I revert to the old-fashioned way of writing.
So anyway. What do you think of men and women being "only friends"? Especially when one party wants more? Ah Hong asked me what I would do after I reject a guy. Hmm, I've never rejected any guy (sad but true), but in that position, I think I would still remain friends with him. Of course he might not want to remain friends, it might be awkward, he might find it hard to get over. But if you've never started going out with one another, then I think it is possible. Unless you feel so much, that you have to get away from that person to heal. It happens.
Anyway, there is this girl he likes who sort of found out that he likes her. And now they're not really talking. It's good that she is sending him the message loud and clear, "I don't fancy you!" but I think that she can be so much kinder to him. After all, when I asked him why they're not speaking, he said that she doesn't really want to talk so he took her cue from her. Huh. I don't see anything wrong with being friends, even if you don't feel the same way for the other person. Do you seriously think that having a friendship with them will make them think that they still have a chance somehow? Nope, I think not.
If I were in her position, I would say "I really like you as a friend, but I cannot see us as anything more than that", and I would still speak to him, hang out, but letting him know that it's all platonic.
Of course, she already has a boyfriend, and he's that madly jealous type. And he found out that there's some other guy who's interested in his girlfriend, and that if she doesn't stop talking to him, the mad boyfriend would lose his mind and set out to beat up the poor guy. That would justify her not speaking to him. Otherwise, it's insanity.
So anyway. What do you think of men and women being "only friends"? Especially when one party wants more? Ah Hong asked me what I would do after I reject a guy. Hmm, I've never rejected any guy (sad but true), but in that position, I think I would still remain friends with him. Of course he might not want to remain friends, it might be awkward, he might find it hard to get over. But if you've never started going out with one another, then I think it is possible. Unless you feel so much, that you have to get away from that person to heal. It happens.
Anyway, there is this girl he likes who sort of found out that he likes her. And now they're not really talking. It's good that she is sending him the message loud and clear, "I don't fancy you!" but I think that she can be so much kinder to him. After all, when I asked him why they're not speaking, he said that she doesn't really want to talk so he took her cue from her. Huh. I don't see anything wrong with being friends, even if you don't feel the same way for the other person. Do you seriously think that having a friendship with them will make them think that they still have a chance somehow? Nope, I think not.
If I were in her position, I would say "I really like you as a friend, but I cannot see us as anything more than that", and I would still speak to him, hang out, but letting him know that it's all platonic.
Of course, she already has a boyfriend, and he's that madly jealous type. And he found out that there's some other guy who's interested in his girlfriend, and that if she doesn't stop talking to him, the mad boyfriend would lose his mind and set out to beat up the poor guy. That would justify her not speaking to him. Otherwise, it's insanity.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Post 14: The Adjectives of Love
Lately, I've been taking my writing more seriously, and am more disciplined about it. I try to write everyday with a goal to fill a notebook every month. I have loads and loads of writing prompts and ideas to help me deal with writer's block (which happens pretty much every time I sit in front of a notebook, holding a pen), and so I thought to include some of my rubbish on this blog. This is an exercise to describe what I'm feeling at the moment, and what it smells like. Warning: I'm a terrible poet.
Love smells sweet
Like the caramel popcorn at GSC
Like pink fluffy cotton candy
Like Johnson's baby milk lotion
Like a maraschino cherry atop a sundae
Like vanilla-scented candles
Like freshly baked apple pie
Like chocolates.
Love smells familiar
Like the essence of home
Like a favorite perfume
Like the flowers in the garden
Like the pages of a book
Like a mother's cooking
Like a comfy blanket
Like that someone special.
Love smells sweet
Like the caramel popcorn at GSC
Like pink fluffy cotton candy
Like Johnson's baby milk lotion
Like a maraschino cherry atop a sundae
Like vanilla-scented candles
Like freshly baked apple pie
Like chocolates.
Love smells familiar
Like the essence of home
Like a favorite perfume
Like the flowers in the garden
Like the pages of a book
Like a mother's cooking
Like a comfy blanket
Like that someone special.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Post 13: Teenagers and Dating
I have recently joined Yahoo! Answers, and was browsing through the family and relationships section and was surprised to find that the questions here refresh every few seconds when something new pops up. What astounds me most is that the dating part of this section is frequented by kids as young as 11 years old. Why the hell are they so worried about dating so young? Most of them are westerners of course, but surely the trend could not be that much different here. My own sister started dating as young as 13 years old, Belle dated at around 15, and Becky started dating young too, I expect. But of course, that was all a good 7-8 years ago. A lot of things must have changed since then.
The one thing I noticed (from Yahoo! Answers) was that kids seem preoccupied with dating. An example is as follows:
And there were also posts which go "I want a gf/bf! How do I get one?" Now that is just lame. You don't go out and get a boyfriend like they were a can of sardines on a supermarket shelf. Which also leads me to this question: Why would you want a gf/bf for anyway? Especially if you're 14, why? Because it's cool? Because you're curious? Because you want to prove something? Wanting a gf/bf just to be part of a couple is pathetic, and not a good enough reason to be in a relationship with someone. Anyway, I personally think that the main reasons kids are dating young these days are because...
"All my friends are dating!" Are you sure all your friends are dating? Seriously? So what! Take a listen to David Archuleta, "...good things come to those who wait". Are you just going to date a guy because he happens to be available and you're desperate? Chances are, you're just so going to end up with a clueless jerk, wondering why in the whole wide world you dated him anyway. What? You're 15 and totally in love, and are going to get married and I'm some deluded old hag and don't know what I'm talking about? Wait, you don't even know what love is. I've got 10 years on you and I'm still figuring out what it is, and I sure as hell did know know what it was back when I was your age. Oh, and I've eaten more salt then you have rice. Marrying their high school sweethearts is not for everyone, especially if you've only been dating for 2 months.
Or what about this:
I think that while you're still in high school, it's better for you not to seriously date. There are always exceptions of course, we do know people who married their high school sweethearts, but that doesn't happen very often and we do not know how many years they dated prior to marriage, and whether the marriage ended or will end in divorce. Of course you can always enjoy going out with guys and spending time with them but when too many emotions are swirling around, things might get ugly. And with all that homework and exams and co-curricular activities and your period, it would be better if you don't have to worry about boys too.
And you wonder why the western girls look so old for their age (they can be 16 and look as old as me). That's the reason =)
The one thing I noticed (from Yahoo! Answers) was that kids seem preoccupied with dating. An example is as follows:
"My sister is 11, and she and this guy likes each other but my mom will say no to dating. I've my first boyfriend at 11 (without my mom knowing) so I'm doing this for my sister. Is 11 to young to date? How can I go against Mom, her ideas are so stupid. I'm 17". (edited from memory)"So my thoughts were, "You're only 17! You're not even old enough to be a legal guardian! So how do you know what's best for your 11-year-old sister!" When I do think back, we always thought that we were "old enough" for something (especially dating), but guess what? I don't think so now. What would an 11-year-old know about being in a relationship anyway?
And there were also posts which go "I want a gf/bf! How do I get one?" Now that is just lame. You don't go out and get a boyfriend like they were a can of sardines on a supermarket shelf. Which also leads me to this question: Why would you want a gf/bf for anyway? Especially if you're 14, why? Because it's cool? Because you're curious? Because you want to prove something? Wanting a gf/bf just to be part of a couple is pathetic, and not a good enough reason to be in a relationship with someone. Anyway, I personally think that the main reasons kids are dating young these days are because...
"All my friends are dating!" Are you sure all your friends are dating? Seriously? So what! Take a listen to David Archuleta, "...good things come to those who wait". Are you just going to date a guy because he happens to be available and you're desperate? Chances are, you're just so going to end up with a clueless jerk, wondering why in the whole wide world you dated him anyway. What? You're 15 and totally in love, and are going to get married and I'm some deluded old hag and don't know what I'm talking about? Wait, you don't even know what love is. I've got 10 years on you and I'm still figuring out what it is, and I sure as hell did know know what it was back when I was your age. Oh, and I've eaten more salt then you have rice. Marrying their high school sweethearts is not for everyone, especially if you've only been dating for 2 months.
Or what about this:
"My boyfriend wants me to give him a blowjob. He said I should do it because he's my boyfriend. We're both 13. Should I do it?"I was seriously, "WTF?!" Barely in their teens and discussing bj's? If I were her, the only thing he's getting is a break up, honestly. And if she was confused about it to be asking Yahoo! Answers, then there is seriously a problem with either her, or the relationship, or both. She is being pressured into doing things she has doubts and is not comfortable with. But then again, if it were me, of course I would doubt the guy instead. There's no points for guessing what he's going to ask of her next, after he's gotten what he wants. It's just the same thing for another girl, age unknown, who was wondering if doing "sexual stuff" with her best friend's brother, whom she likes, would make him like her in return, after he's hinted that he'd like to do "sexual stuff" with her. Geez, being born into late Generation Y and early Generation Z where information is readily available to anyone, you'd think that they would have read about naive girls who were tricked into having sex (and later dumped, or worse, murdered). I've never read any stories of love and romance where sex came first, mutual attraction next. Especially not in teenage romances, so I really wonder, where could these girls have gotten these sick ideas from. It is with no doubt the stupidest question I've heard any self-respecting female ask was, "If I had sex with him, maybe he'll fall in love with me". Not. He'll only think that you're easy and have little or no respect for you. And you'll only hate yourself for being so duh.
I think that while you're still in high school, it's better for you not to seriously date. There are always exceptions of course, we do know people who married their high school sweethearts, but that doesn't happen very often and we do not know how many years they dated prior to marriage, and whether the marriage ended or will end in divorce. Of course you can always enjoy going out with guys and spending time with them but when too many emotions are swirling around, things might get ugly. And with all that homework and exams and co-curricular activities and your period, it would be better if you don't have to worry about boys too.
And you wonder why the western girls look so old for their age (they can be 16 and look as old as me). That's the reason =)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Post 12: Happy 2nd Anniversary!
To me! It's only been two years but it does seem so much longer than that! Ok, so this post is totally belated but I kinda had a wild time lately. Oh, and you might notice that it deviates from what I usually write on this blog. I'm taking some time out to celebrate my own relationship. Huhuhu.
For those who doesn't know the story, we were friends for some time before we went out together on our "first date" back in June 8th, 2008. I took him to Mizi in New World Park, and then we went to watch Kung Fu Panda. And he dropped me home. Oh, and he almost dropped me on the steep slope off the main road just outside my house. Then I kissed him goodnight on the cheek. He was like, "NOOOOOOOO..........!" But, whatever. I think he likes this part of the tale the most.
And this is my favorite part. He put me on probation. For two months. I have never heard of a two-month probation. It was August 13th when he asked me to go steady. Sadly, that was what I thought we were for the past two months, but no matter.
Towards the end of October that year (28-31) we both went on our very first trip, to Genting Highlands. He lost a bet to me, and the penalty was forking out on a trip to a destination of my choice. We spend two nights there, the rides were great, except I have Albert's brother constantly texting me, going, "Is my brother with you?" It was my first time in the casinos. Last time I went, I was not yet 21.
The Sunday after, he met with an accident which resulted in a (badly) broken leg, which he is still recovering from. Anyhoo, I met his mom, for the first time, at the Penang GH. Oh, did I mention that my parents met his mom too. OMG. I have to say that we spend a good part of our relationship in his house. We celebrated our past birthdays there, usually with a Pizza Hut delivery.
The first surgery he had did not go well, and everything feel apart after a few days of events involving my family, in October the following year; my sister's 21st, my aunt's BBQ party, and a family "chu char" dinner. He was scheduled to go for a second surgery in November, but it was postponed, a couple of times, to December 15th.
Luckily, that surgery went well and he is smoothly recovering from it. In February, I celebrated Chinese New Year for the first time with his family (there was plenty lots of them). And in March, his doctor said that he should be able to walk without his crutches. He gradually did so. We first walked to Maxim Air Itam for gelato, and we walked back to his house. Our next trip was to the mamak stall outside, and then to 7-11 for ice-cream, and back.
With our anniversary fast approaching, he said that he thought that his broken leg would mean the end of us. He didn't think that I would stick to him this long. Yes, I agree to that. It seems that Scorpios have this ability to self-destruct. He said that he is looking forward to our 3rd anniversary as that would mean the end of the "3-year-curse". I told him that this was pure nonsense, and he insisted that none of his previous relationship lasted longer than one-half years, and that 3 years is considered a milestone to him. He mentioned that we should get a marriage registry on our 3rd anniversary, and I told him we won't be ready, not for another 2 or 3 years. He said he has no problem with a marriage registry, but the wedding banquet won't be for another 15 years.
Ouch.
For those who doesn't know the story, we were friends for some time before we went out together on our "first date" back in June 8th, 2008. I took him to Mizi in New World Park, and then we went to watch Kung Fu Panda. And he dropped me home. Oh, and he almost dropped me on the steep slope off the main road just outside my house. Then I kissed him goodnight on the cheek. He was like, "NOOOOOOOO..........!" But, whatever. I think he likes this part of the tale the most.
And this is my favorite part. He put me on probation. For two months. I have never heard of a two-month probation. It was August 13th when he asked me to go steady. Sadly, that was what I thought we were for the past two months, but no matter.
Towards the end of October that year (28-31) we both went on our very first trip, to Genting Highlands. He lost a bet to me, and the penalty was forking out on a trip to a destination of my choice. We spend two nights there, the rides were great, except I have Albert's brother constantly texting me, going, "Is my brother with you?" It was my first time in the casinos. Last time I went, I was not yet 21.
The Sunday after, he met with an accident which resulted in a (badly) broken leg, which he is still recovering from. Anyhoo, I met his mom, for the first time, at the Penang GH. Oh, did I mention that my parents met his mom too. OMG. I have to say that we spend a good part of our relationship in his house. We celebrated our past birthdays there, usually with a Pizza Hut delivery.
The first surgery he had did not go well, and everything feel apart after a few days of events involving my family, in October the following year; my sister's 21st, my aunt's BBQ party, and a family "chu char" dinner. He was scheduled to go for a second surgery in November, but it was postponed, a couple of times, to December 15th.
Luckily, that surgery went well and he is smoothly recovering from it. In February, I celebrated Chinese New Year for the first time with his family (there was plenty lots of them). And in March, his doctor said that he should be able to walk without his crutches. He gradually did so. We first walked to Maxim Air Itam for gelato, and we walked back to his house. Our next trip was to the mamak stall outside, and then to 7-11 for ice-cream, and back.
With our anniversary fast approaching, he said that he thought that his broken leg would mean the end of us. He didn't think that I would stick to him this long. Yes, I agree to that. It seems that Scorpios have this ability to self-destruct. He said that he is looking forward to our 3rd anniversary as that would mean the end of the "3-year-curse". I told him that this was pure nonsense, and he insisted that none of his previous relationship lasted longer than one-half years, and that 3 years is considered a milestone to him. He mentioned that we should get a marriage registry on our 3rd anniversary, and I told him we won't be ready, not for another 2 or 3 years. He said he has no problem with a marriage registry, but the wedding banquet won't be for another 15 years.
Ouch.
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