Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Benazir Bhutto & the Anniversary
28th December 2007 was the day Benazir Bhutto was assasinated.
The day marked the anniversary of her death, as well as a memorable day in my life.
I remember that day as one of much excitement and activity.
V and I were much enjoying our new found swinging bachelorette status. We were heading back to Singapore after a short girlish getaway trip to Bintan Island.
The night before, we met the Norwegians there and a bartender named Hitler.
****
On Christmas Eve, V and I danced the night away.
She had a wild and dirty shag with Oscar.
She also met the German that night. He started texting her later for a date.
Why not? I said. She wasn't too sure about dating a white guy.
****
The Old Boy awaited us at the ferry terminal to pick us up.
We had our first date that night.
And then more as the night delved deeper.
Oh that delirious night that compounded to the fraility of my adrenaline junkie train wreck nerves.
It has been exactly three years from that fateful day.
It almost seemed like yesterday, except I just did a reality check and came to feel me now. P's life now.
V is married to the German and happily pregnant with a Eurasian baby due in May.
Just the other day, the Norwegian ("the whitest white guy" I had called him for his unreceptive "non-Asian" tastebuds) whom I haven't seen online in the longest popped out suddenly and wished me a hearty Merry Christmas, like he too rememebered his fun days in Paradise Singapore that didn't seem that long ago.
28th December 2007 was the day Benazir Bhutto was assasinated.
The day marked the anniversary of her death, as well as a memorable day in my life.
I remember that day as one of much excitement and activity.
V and I were much enjoying our new found swinging bachelorette status. We were heading back to Singapore after a short girlish getaway trip to Bintan Island.
The night before, we met the Norwegians there and a bartender named Hitler.
****
On Christmas Eve, V and I danced the night away.
She had a wild and dirty shag with Oscar.
She also met the German that night. He started texting her later for a date.
Why not? I said. She wasn't too sure about dating a white guy.
****
The Old Boy awaited us at the ferry terminal to pick us up.
We had our first date that night.
And then more as the night delved deeper.
Oh that delirious night that compounded to the fraility of my adrenaline junkie train wreck nerves.
It has been exactly three years from that fateful day.
It almost seemed like yesterday, except I just did a reality check and came to feel me now. P's life now.
V is married to the German and happily pregnant with a Eurasian baby due in May.
Just the other day, the Norwegian ("the whitest white guy" I had called him for his unreceptive "non-Asian" tastebuds) whom I haven't seen online in the longest popped out suddenly and wished me a hearty Merry Christmas, like he too rememebered his fun days in Paradise Singapore that didn't seem that long ago.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Just a Thought...
I just wish I live in some developing country enjoying the good life.
I just wish I live in some developing country enjoying the good life.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I didn't know...
being grown up entails so much.
Actually, I do. That's why I am never ready to grow up.
Never ready to stop "playing" ("Come play at my house," is my usual line to Daisy), be a Mrs so-and-so and have kids.
I grow up listening to Marilyn Monroe song. " There comes a time when a man needs a lawyer but diamonds are a girl's best friend..." So I have been told.
Now I find myself requiring 2 different solicitors in 2 different states for 2 separate matters.
What have I got myself into, I wonder?
The festive season and the slowing down of everything administrative is irritating me a little. The solicitor I need around will be uncontactable for a good two weeks whilst she takes a cruise overseas ("otherwise I never stop working," she said). I see my expenses increasing with each day of delay with the sticky matter. My opponent has been playing cat and mouse- we've been using a softly-softly tactic at the moment to avoid any legal carnage at the moment.
On the positive note, I am heading towards the other solicitor's office to deal with a much more pleasant situation (barring the shadow of that former matter lurking at the back of my mind). Fingers crossed that everything is in order.
Now I am thinking about our new pool in our backyard and anticipating a sweet summer decking out on the sun lounge with a martini, re-reading my favourite novel, "Lolita".
being grown up entails so much.
Actually, I do. That's why I am never ready to grow up.
Never ready to stop "playing" ("Come play at my house," is my usual line to Daisy), be a Mrs so-and-so and have kids.
I grow up listening to Marilyn Monroe song. " There comes a time when a man needs a lawyer but diamonds are a girl's best friend..." So I have been told.
Now I find myself requiring 2 different solicitors in 2 different states for 2 separate matters.
What have I got myself into, I wonder?
The festive season and the slowing down of everything administrative is irritating me a little. The solicitor I need around will be uncontactable for a good two weeks whilst she takes a cruise overseas ("otherwise I never stop working," she said). I see my expenses increasing with each day of delay with the sticky matter. My opponent has been playing cat and mouse- we've been using a softly-softly tactic at the moment to avoid any legal carnage at the moment.
On the positive note, I am heading towards the other solicitor's office to deal with a much more pleasant situation (barring the shadow of that former matter lurking at the back of my mind). Fingers crossed that everything is in order.
Now I am thinking about our new pool in our backyard and anticipating a sweet summer decking out on the sun lounge with a martini, re-reading my favourite novel, "Lolita".
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Tales of Transgression and Happy After...
My years of infidelity to DL have done nothing to make me feel like I truly "belong" to that group of cheaters...
Strange eh? I almost feel like a hypocrite sitting on the moral high horse...
****
I believe in karma, as you all know by now.
I really do.
One part of me cannot reconcile happy ending tales of infidelity but there are people out that, which I know have happy endings.
I get perplexed.
****
A younger sister of a good friend recently got married. Let's call the younger sister, Nana. Nana is 29 this year.
When she first got married, she was 24. She married a rich mummy's boy, her uni sweetheart.
Straight out of uni, Nana worked in her family's business.
Mummy's boy hubby who was about 2 years older, under the instructions of his folks went overseas to do his MBA.
Nana met a guy who worked for her family.
He made advances at her, showed her tender, loving care and they made sweet love.
He knew full well she was married. She knew full well she was married.
Naturally, the marriage between Nana and husband broke down. It was an emotionally trying time not just for Nana and husband but Nana's family, including my good friend.
Nana, despite the family's disapproval continued to date this new guy. Naturally, he moved on in his job and stopped working for Nana's family.
Almost 4 years on from this emotional saga, they recently got hitched.
The wedding looked like some fairy tale.
Perhaps just like their love story.
*****
When V and her ex-fiance, Rush finally broke up from their 4-year relationship, Ange who had self-proclaimed as V's BFF had a major part to hammer the last nail into the coffin.
Long story short, BFFs don't go round telling on their best friends to an "outsider", which is your best friend's boyfriend and causing a further rift between your best friend and her parents.
Naturally, Ange is an exception.
Through the social grapevine from yours truly (who often been volunteered information and being the hub of attracting gossip news despite being far removed from everyone else back home), Rush and Ange got married.
Basically, not long after her wish to "wash her hands" off V, she also quickly dumped her boyfriend of two years who loved her to bits. Two months later, she got engaged to Rush.
Within a year, she fell pregnant.
We heard they now have a baby girl and live in the posh part of town, behind the Botannical Gardens.
*****
Mela, a very close friend of mine is the classic poor little rich girl.
She grew up with divorced parents and lived on her own away from her home country since she was nine. Mela first took her a flight alone at eight years old from New York, transiting in Japan and arrived in her home country somewhere in Southeast Asia.
What was most scandalous was that breakdown of the marriage resulted not in a divorce from one household but two within the tightly held patriarchal extended family.
Her mum and her uncle (the father's sister's wife) decided they were young and in love and wanted to move on. The man, leaving behind three daughters as he was so in love with Mela's mother.
So this resulted in an awkward situation for the children from both family during family gatherings. Mela, being in the "supposed" custody of her mum but very much loved by her father was often stuck in the situation where she was possibly secretly being thought of by relatives as being on her mother's side.
Growing up, she dealt with a big spender of a mum who emotionally blackmailed her and made as the go-between to milk more money out of her wealthy dad, given she was the apple of her father's eye. At one stage, her mum went out of control with drugs and depression and was put in a mental institution and later busted and crossed over by her own sibling for drugs and landed in jail.
Mela spent most of her schooling years in Singapore. At one stage, I recalled her bank account was wiped out by her mother and she nearly did not have enough to pay for school fees. Since the age of nine, she was given a generous allowance of $5000 every two months by her grandfather. Naturally, all her money was wiped out by her mum before she could have a chance to properly spend them.
When we were 18, I recalled holidaying in her home country where her dad, younger brother and grandparents lived in a massive house surrounded by more domestic helpers in the form of maids, chauffers and security guards, her grandpa asked her how much money she had in her bank account then. To that, she tried to skirt past the question and grandpa said, "By now, you should at least have $100,000 in savings, no?"
Mela is 31 now, just like me.
Emotional and insecure, despite being attractive, having a great career and enough in the will to last her a lifetime or more.
Good thing is, her Mum has cleaned up her act and sought peace with God. She stopped the drugs, chain smoking and drinking altogether.
Her lover and her have been bankrupt and in the last ten years have picked themselves up and bought Mela a sea front apartment in Singapore where she has been living since 22.
But the damage is done.
Her mum's life experience has spilled over to her love life as an adult, although all she wants is a man who loves and care for her.
Mela too suffered some serious consequences in her love choices through what might be a poor example her mum set out to be. At one stage, she got hooked up with a close colleague's husband. She lost her mind, thought this fucked up man would leave his wife and three kids for her. Her mum got lucky, why couldn't she? she kept rationalising with me when I begged her to stop. It broke my heart.
Mela and jerk were making sweet love whilst his wife was in the hospital, delivering their third child alone.
Then Mela found out she fell pregnant.
Finally, she made the hard decision to terminate. It was something that needed to be done. Enough of family scandals, that would have broke her dear father and grandfather's hearts. Well, even her mum to remind herself of her own errant youth, except she was smart enough to not bear any children with her lover.
It has been almost 25 years since Mela's mum and her uncle got entangled in their love affair.
Still, they continue to stay together...
My years of infidelity to DL have done nothing to make me feel like I truly "belong" to that group of cheaters...
Strange eh? I almost feel like a hypocrite sitting on the moral high horse...
****
I believe in karma, as you all know by now.
I really do.
One part of me cannot reconcile happy ending tales of infidelity but there are people out that, which I know have happy endings.
I get perplexed.
****
A younger sister of a good friend recently got married. Let's call the younger sister, Nana. Nana is 29 this year.
When she first got married, she was 24. She married a rich mummy's boy, her uni sweetheart.
Straight out of uni, Nana worked in her family's business.
Mummy's boy hubby who was about 2 years older, under the instructions of his folks went overseas to do his MBA.
Nana met a guy who worked for her family.
He made advances at her, showed her tender, loving care and they made sweet love.
He knew full well she was married. She knew full well she was married.
Naturally, the marriage between Nana and husband broke down. It was an emotionally trying time not just for Nana and husband but Nana's family, including my good friend.
Nana, despite the family's disapproval continued to date this new guy. Naturally, he moved on in his job and stopped working for Nana's family.
Almost 4 years on from this emotional saga, they recently got hitched.
The wedding looked like some fairy tale.
Perhaps just like their love story.
*****
When V and her ex-fiance, Rush finally broke up from their 4-year relationship, Ange who had self-proclaimed as V's BFF had a major part to hammer the last nail into the coffin.
Long story short, BFFs don't go round telling on their best friends to an "outsider", which is your best friend's boyfriend and causing a further rift between your best friend and her parents.
Naturally, Ange is an exception.
Through the social grapevine from yours truly (who often been volunteered information and being the hub of attracting gossip news despite being far removed from everyone else back home), Rush and Ange got married.
Basically, not long after her wish to "wash her hands" off V, she also quickly dumped her boyfriend of two years who loved her to bits. Two months later, she got engaged to Rush.
Within a year, she fell pregnant.
We heard they now have a baby girl and live in the posh part of town, behind the Botannical Gardens.
*****
Mela, a very close friend of mine is the classic poor little rich girl.
She grew up with divorced parents and lived on her own away from her home country since she was nine. Mela first took her a flight alone at eight years old from New York, transiting in Japan and arrived in her home country somewhere in Southeast Asia.
What was most scandalous was that breakdown of the marriage resulted not in a divorce from one household but two within the tightly held patriarchal extended family.
Her mum and her uncle (the father's sister's wife) decided they were young and in love and wanted to move on. The man, leaving behind three daughters as he was so in love with Mela's mother.
So this resulted in an awkward situation for the children from both family during family gatherings. Mela, being in the "supposed" custody of her mum but very much loved by her father was often stuck in the situation where she was possibly secretly being thought of by relatives as being on her mother's side.
Growing up, she dealt with a big spender of a mum who emotionally blackmailed her and made as the go-between to milk more money out of her wealthy dad, given she was the apple of her father's eye. At one stage, her mum went out of control with drugs and depression and was put in a mental institution and later busted and crossed over by her own sibling for drugs and landed in jail.
Mela spent most of her schooling years in Singapore. At one stage, I recalled her bank account was wiped out by her mother and she nearly did not have enough to pay for school fees. Since the age of nine, she was given a generous allowance of $5000 every two months by her grandfather. Naturally, all her money was wiped out by her mum before she could have a chance to properly spend them.
When we were 18, I recalled holidaying in her home country where her dad, younger brother and grandparents lived in a massive house surrounded by more domestic helpers in the form of maids, chauffers and security guards, her grandpa asked her how much money she had in her bank account then. To that, she tried to skirt past the question and grandpa said, "By now, you should at least have $100,000 in savings, no?"
Mela is 31 now, just like me.
Emotional and insecure, despite being attractive, having a great career and enough in the will to last her a lifetime or more.
Good thing is, her Mum has cleaned up her act and sought peace with God. She stopped the drugs, chain smoking and drinking altogether.
Her lover and her have been bankrupt and in the last ten years have picked themselves up and bought Mela a sea front apartment in Singapore where she has been living since 22.
But the damage is done.
Her mum's life experience has spilled over to her love life as an adult, although all she wants is a man who loves and care for her.
Mela too suffered some serious consequences in her love choices through what might be a poor example her mum set out to be. At one stage, she got hooked up with a close colleague's husband. She lost her mind, thought this fucked up man would leave his wife and three kids for her. Her mum got lucky, why couldn't she? she kept rationalising with me when I begged her to stop. It broke my heart.
Mela and jerk were making sweet love whilst his wife was in the hospital, delivering their third child alone.
Then Mela found out she fell pregnant.
Finally, she made the hard decision to terminate. It was something that needed to be done. Enough of family scandals, that would have broke her dear father and grandfather's hearts. Well, even her mum to remind herself of her own errant youth, except she was smart enough to not bear any children with her lover.
It has been almost 25 years since Mela's mum and her uncle got entangled in their love affair.
Still, they continue to stay together...
