IT'S NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER WHO'S ANXIOUS, BUT...

the parents.


Yes, that's right.

Sometimes I feel that they are more anxious than I am (or should be?).

Dad seems to have adopted the newly-acquired habit of asking about my social life, or rather, the lack thereof.

Here are a couple of the spontaneous, cheek-in-tongue conversation I've had with him.

DAD: Hey, bring your boyfriend home someday ok?
Me: WHAT? I don't even have one to bring home.
DAD: Don't care. Must bring him home. Let me evaluate. See pass anot.
Me: ???

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DAD: So busy nowadays, got boyfriend already right?
ME: Ya lor, ya lor.
DAD: Bring him home lah. Let me see see.
ME: Cannot lah. He's in school right now. You know, the one who jalan toilet? Today got work, you see, so cannot come.

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DAD: Bring your boyfriend home leh. Our toilet needs cleaning.
ME: Oh, change boyfriend liao. This currently one sweeps roads.

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DAD: Tell me, when are you getting married?
ME: As a matter of fact, tomorrow. Don't you know? You must attend hor.
DAD: I want $1 million dowry hor.
ME: US dollar right?

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DAD (sms): Where are you? How come so late not back yet?
ME: I'm at Econ now. Walking home.
DAD: So late. See boy boy right?
Me: Ya lor, I'll be following him home later too.

Later at home...
DAD: Hey, where is he?
ME: Oh, he's too shy. He feels bad about coming up without having anything with him. He said he'll bring along sharks fin, bird nest, and abalone the next time round, though.
DAD: Don't forget my roast pig.
ME: Orh.

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That's how we converse to each other.
It's all about crapping around and tickling each other's funny bone.
Haha...

I wonder why he loves to harp on my social life all of a sudden.
It's not as if my biological clock is ticking away like a timebomb (I'm not a wizened, balding, cranky, wrinkling old lady afterall, right?).

But I have to admit, at times I do wonder about such things myself.
"Who is my significant other, my spouse-to-be?"
"Have we crossed path yet?"
"Are we acquainted yet?"
"Do we know each other?"
"Is he saved yet?"
"How is he feeling now? Is he going through the pits? Or is he feeling peaceful and blessed?"
"Does he wonder about me like I do about him?"
"Has he given me some thoughts?"
"Where is he now? In which corner of the earth?"

And then I'll proceed to fantasize about the kind of blissful, romantic, sweet, joyous, contented, fulfilling paradise of a conjugal marriage life we're going to lead.
I'll then imagine the conversation we'll be having with each other - the ribbing, the inside jokes, the jesting, the rapport, as well as the mutual understanding between us.

Haha... Think I'm quite an idealist.
A hopeless dreamer.
A die-hard romantic.

Somebody wake me up.


P.S. Out of curiosity, have anyone thought of the same things as I do? You know, the part about "Are we acquainted", "How is he/she feeling now"?
Somebody tell me that I'm not extraterrestrial, please?