GOING TO BE A NUN - SOON
I don't know what's wrong, but I think nostalgia's going to fully devour me someday soon. Maybe I've got too much free time on my hands and thus, had sift through the entire contact in my Friendster's list. Seeing the names of my primary school, secondary school, and polytechnic school friends popping out left me falling hook, line, and sinker into the abyss of nostalgia.
Anyway, it's to my greatest surprise to find out that one of my secondary school classmate, currently aged 21, is already happily married. She's a year older than I am, and we got acquainted when she was retained in Secondary 3; and somehow, ended up in my Secondary 3 class. We've never got beyond "Hi" (come to think of it, I don't think we've even said "Hi" to each other before), and the word "superficial" to describe our friendship, or rather, the lack thereof, is an overstatement. She's a nice and pretty girl, but in a neighbourhood school that's peppered with... well... belligerent youngsters, I doubt we even have a common friend (classmates excluding) due to our very different clique of friends.
So - being the usual, typical woman hailing from Venus - I sifted through her testimonials and discovered that she's been married since 2004. Now, I've absolutely nothing against marrying young. If you ask me, I would very much prefer marrying young to marrying late. In fact, I hope to get hitched before my 25th birthday, you know? Can you imagine having a 10-years-old son in your twilight years? I hope not.
Come 2007, I'll be 21. Only a mere 4 years away from the deadline. Man, I ought to step on the accelerator hard. Real hard.
It's strange how people around me are getting hitched left, right, and center. And it doesn't help that each time I'm chatting with a friend on MSN, the inevitable question - to which I'll always reply that I'm (still) single - will pop up. As predictable as the weather, the comeback sentence would be something like, "Why?", "Sure not?", "You too demanding, is it?", "Don't bluff, lah", "I intro to you, lah" and etc.
And the universal phenomenon - more often than not - kicks into full, overgear mode during family gatherings - birthdays, weddings, death anniversary, Chinese New Year. After getting the basic courtesy over and done with (read: What am I doing, am I studying, and if so, studying where and which course. Yawn!), the dreadful question will rear its ugly head. And my parents are not making it any better. My Dad loves to budger me to bring my Significant Other home to let him evaluate; see can pass or not. And he enjoys teasing me, saying that he demands at least S$1million for the bride price. Please lar... He thinks his daughter is Britney Spears, meh? Anyway, sometimes I'll make a cheeky comeback of my own; saying that he can forget about both the bride price and "boyfriend evaluation", as plans to elope is already underway. Sometimes, before I leave home, he'll inquire what time I'll be back tonight; to which I'll simply quip, "Not coming back, liao. Don't bother to wait up for me. Eloping, you know?"
And no, in case you're wondering, I'm NOT homosexual. I'm VERY much straight, that I know very well, thank you. In fact, I make a promise to myself at St. Valentine Day every year that this will be the last and final V. Day that I'll be spending alone. I've made the promise for 4 years in successive running and sickeningly, it has not come to pass even once. Now, I believe making that kind of promise is a form of curse by itself, and will not be making it again this year round.
But well, it's not such a bad thing being single, you know?
At least I have all the time to myself and am able to do what I want anytime I feel like doing.
At least I don't have the additional distraction and thus, have the luxury to fully concentrate 101% into my studies.
At least I don't need to bear with the hassle of putting the Significant Other's feelings into consideration.
At least I don't need to spend money on movies, dinners and celebrations.
At least I have the freedom to go where I like to go, do what I like to do, cut my hair in whichever style I like it, dress in whatever way I like.
At least I don't need to invest my time in a boy-girl relationship.
At least I can still enjoy the feeling of being wooed.
At least I can still crap as much as I like and laugh as hysterically as I want.
At least I don't need to sit on the couch and watch football (a.k.a the most boring sport in the world) with anyone.
At least I don't have to bear with any heartaches should any conflicts arise.
Whee whee!!! See! The advantages of being single!!!
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
I don't know what's wrong, but I think nostalgia's going to fully devour me someday soon. Maybe I've got too much free time on my hands and thus, had sift through the entire contact in my Friendster's list. Seeing the names of my primary school, secondary school, and polytechnic school friends popping out left me falling hook, line, and sinker into the abyss of nostalgia.
Anyway, it's to my greatest surprise to find out that one of my secondary school classmate, currently aged 21, is already happily married. She's a year older than I am, and we got acquainted when she was retained in Secondary 3; and somehow, ended up in my Secondary 3 class. We've never got beyond "Hi" (come to think of it, I don't think we've even said "Hi" to each other before), and the word "superficial" to describe our friendship, or rather, the lack thereof, is an overstatement. She's a nice and pretty girl, but in a neighbourhood school that's peppered with... well... belligerent youngsters, I doubt we even have a common friend (classmates excluding) due to our very different clique of friends.
So - being the usual, typical woman hailing from Venus - I sifted through her testimonials and discovered that she's been married since 2004. Now, I've absolutely nothing against marrying young. If you ask me, I would very much prefer marrying young to marrying late. In fact, I hope to get hitched before my 25th birthday, you know? Can you imagine having a 10-years-old son in your twilight years? I hope not.
Come 2007, I'll be 21. Only a mere 4 years away from the deadline. Man, I ought to step on the accelerator hard. Real hard.
It's strange how people around me are getting hitched left, right, and center. And it doesn't help that each time I'm chatting with a friend on MSN, the inevitable question - to which I'll always reply that I'm (still) single - will pop up. As predictable as the weather, the comeback sentence would be something like, "Why?", "Sure not?", "You too demanding, is it?", "Don't bluff, lah", "I intro to you, lah" and etc.
And the universal phenomenon - more often than not - kicks into full, overgear mode during family gatherings - birthdays, weddings, death anniversary, Chinese New Year. After getting the basic courtesy over and done with (read: What am I doing, am I studying, and if so, studying where and which course. Yawn!), the dreadful question will rear its ugly head. And my parents are not making it any better. My Dad loves to budger me to bring my Significant Other home to let him evaluate; see can pass or not. And he enjoys teasing me, saying that he demands at least S$1million for the bride price. Please lar... He thinks his daughter is Britney Spears, meh? Anyway, sometimes I'll make a cheeky comeback of my own; saying that he can forget about both the bride price and "boyfriend evaluation", as plans to elope is already underway. Sometimes, before I leave home, he'll inquire what time I'll be back tonight; to which I'll simply quip, "Not coming back, liao. Don't bother to wait up for me. Eloping, you know?"
And no, in case you're wondering, I'm NOT homosexual. I'm VERY much straight, that I know very well, thank you. In fact, I make a promise to myself at St. Valentine Day every year that this will be the last and final V. Day that I'll be spending alone. I've made the promise for 4 years in successive running and sickeningly, it has not come to pass even once. Now, I believe making that kind of promise is a form of curse by itself, and will not be making it again this year round.
But well, it's not such a bad thing being single, you know?
At least I have all the time to myself and am able to do what I want anytime I feel like doing.
At least I don't have the additional distraction and thus, have the luxury to fully concentrate 101% into my studies.
At least I don't need to bear with the hassle of putting the Significant Other's feelings into consideration.
At least I don't need to spend money on movies, dinners and celebrations.
At least I have the freedom to go where I like to go, do what I like to do, cut my hair in whichever style I like it, dress in whatever way I like.
At least I don't need to invest my time in a boy-girl relationship.
At least I can still enjoy the feeling of being wooed.
At least I can still crap as much as I like and laugh as hysterically as I want.
At least I don't need to sit on the couch and watch football (a.k.a the most boring sport in the world) with anyone.
At least I don't have to bear with any heartaches should any conflicts arise.
Whee whee!!! See! The advantages of being single!!!
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
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