Worlds Collide

4th Novemeber 2006.

This weekend.

Her folks and mine, or at least the possibility of a meeting.

Well, considering we've been together for five and a half years, and are "practically married" as some of you accuse, it's kinda weird that our parents have never met eh?

Khadi thinks her folks won't be too keen on coming, but you never know. I've met her dad once, never actually spoken to him. Her mom seems to like giving me food and comparing me to something which I won't repeat here for fear or ridicule.

My parents are (thankfully) very accepting of Khadi, though she insists that she does things to piss them off, and thus checks on her "status" with me and my sis from time to time (read: every chance she gets). She's also very motivated to be the "favourite" significant other, and it's really very funny, the way she compares some things.

Still, this weekend would probably be good. Lots of people, food, Prison Break, laughter, money exchanging hands, old friends meeting up for the first time in years in some cases.

If all else fails, I guess her dad could talk to my uncle about badminton...

So...

Hypothetical question/scenario here, give me your feedback.

A girl, who I'll call A, has been with her boyfriend, who I'll call H, for a while now. They seem really happy with one another, getting over their age gap, H sneaking into her home for some hanky panky and what-not now and then and again and again. Doing things that people in love do, you know?

So, anyway, A has a "good friend" who she's known for longer than she's known H. And as some of you might have already figured "The friend must be a guy." Yes, you're right. THE FRIEND is indeed a guy.

So, A and H, happy couple right? Wrong. Well, Right, but not totally, or something. Apparently H isn't happy that A is spending too much time with THE FRIEND or something along those lines.

Now, some of you might think "Wait a minute, he's bloody insecure and/or possessive!" but then you're probably a girl. Most guys would think that H has got a point. How'd you feel if your girl was hanging out with another guy alot, going out with him ("But we just go out to eat and stuff!"), taking a ride with him (car ride), etc. Just A and THE FRIEND, one on one.

Personally, I think that there are very few cases where a guy and girl can be totally, 100% platonic. In most cases, it's because the guy is already attached to someone he rates higher than the girl. That might sound crass and really crude, but hey, alot would agree (no offense to all my female friends though...).

It's natural for a guy to try and woo a girl. Look at the animal world. Males try to bang as many females as they can in as little time as possible. Females tend to sift through the crowd, looking for what's in their best interest. It's fact. Sad, but true.

Now, translate that to what's happening between A, H and THE FRIEND, and what do you get?

Yeah. A pretty f*cked up situation where the girl is all "don't worry, nothing's going to happen" and the guy is like "but I don't want you to see him alone anymore, I think he likes you" and THE FRIEND is probably like "holy shit, I think she likes me."

Feedback.

Dun Dun Dun

That was supposed to be dramatic music.

So, I haven't written here in a while...

I've been busy, you know? Lots of things to take care of and... well, not really. Lack of any real topic to be honest. Heh.

It's Hari Raya today. What's that? Well, for one thing, it's the day I get lots of cash.

Hari Raya Aidilfitri, today, is one of the two big events celebrated by Muslims across the world. There are others too, but I don't really know much about them so I'll just say two. Shush.

We've all been fasting for a month, as I mentioned earlier, and now, we riot!

I mean celebrate. Yeah, that's it.

Spent most of today visiting people, hugging grandma's, looking dashin, same old same old. Got me a nice wad of cash too. Pimpin ain't easy you know. Unrelated, but I felt it had to be said.

The Trainman

Today, like most everyday when I go to and from school, I took the train. Yeah, I don't drive. Working on it. But that isn't the point.

Singaporeans can be proud of their public transport system. At least, the MRT. I've been to Britain and Germany, where they boast "impressive" public trains for intra-city travel, and quite frankly... I'm sorry Europe, but you suck, for lack of a better word.

Well, maybe only in comparison to Singapore, at least. Now, I'm no patriot. I hate how Singapore is rather dull and routine. Life in Singapore is often mundane at best, and even "breaking news" is mediocre on a good day.

Good evening, Singapore. Our top story today, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Long visits Aljunied GRC. In other news, the national football team lost again to The Association of BLind Paraplegics...

But I digress. As I was saying, I was on the train today, and like most any day, a series of unfortunate events befell your friendly neighbourhood Naz.

Firstly, I was fleetfooted enough to procure myself a seat. Yay. No yay. On the right, a rather large woman. What kind of large? Well. The happily-coloured plastic seats are all joined, right? With those bum-shaped indentations to regulate passenger seating arrangements. She was intruding in my personal space.

If that wasn't enough, the guy on my left was a sleeper. Now, I once launched a rather long and fairly humourous tirade against "sleepers" on the bus and/or train (and I might revisit that in the future...), but this one takes the cake.

He looked like a bum. Dirty striped shirt, half-unbuttoned. Dirtier fingernails. Long fingernails. Patches of hair that were alternating between invisible and out-of-control. Shorts. Broken sandals. Veins.

Now, some of you might argue that "Hey Naz, you aren't quite the fashionista yourself!" but I don't smell of beer.

Which is what this charming fellow did. Very well. I hate the smell of beer. On people. Not wielding a glass. In public. In close proximity.

So in between Drew Carrey's sister and Mr Tiger Beer, I remained seated, because as much as it pained me (a combination of breath-holding and contorting of my extremities), the scene in front of me was one out of a porn flick. From HELL.

Two middle aged (and I'm being generous) Chinese men, holding the hands of two rather skinny Chinese girls. Against their fruit packages. Take a moment to envision that, folks. I had almost a full half-hour to try and not notice.

On a somewhat-related note, why is it that in Singapore, nearly every instance of Paedophilic Displays of Affection occur between members of our large Chinese community? Ok, I get that being the largest racial group would statistically increase the likelyhood of one such as myself catching an unwanted peepshow on the train, but that's just not right. I don't see some old Pak Cik or some old Indian fella doing the same thing. Oh well. No offence, Chinese dudes and dudettes, but is that why China has a billion people? Eh?

So, there I was. Stuck between a drunk and a soft place. Being mentally tortured by the twin visions of poor public porn. Sigh.

Some poor chap dropped his strangely heavy wallet on my shoe as well. And I was gracious enough to point out to the oblivious fellow. But we all knows good deeds are overrated anyway.

Sigh. Only on a Singapore train.

Home Away From Home

Alot of you reading this would be familiar with the experience of living away from home for an extended period of time. Guys, NS would have forced that upon you, and as for the rest, well, I dunno.

Khadi's in University. But she's been there for over a year now. Enrolled there, at least. But right now, at time of writing, she's in the University. Yeah, staying in a dorm/hall or whatever you want to call it.

It's a big step for her, since she's blatantly close to her family ("I think I'll miss my sister...") and being away from them for three or four days would be a major change. But, of course, she's in the same hall with "Her Besh Fren" Aisyah, so I guess it'll be easier, in that sense.

And, as Aisyah did so eloquently confess in her blog (Link on the right), the two of them are going to raise hell. So much for an education eh?

But I jest, I know the two of them will be studying hard, almost as hard as they party, of course. I can only wonder what will become of Wednesday nights when Khadi doesn't actually have to go home.

Not seeing her as much is going to be hard. I know, some people ask "Oh my god! You've been with her for five years and see her like every other day! Aren't you sick of her?"

And I say No. Hell, if you want to marry someone (and I do want to marry her so), you're going to see him/her everyday anyway. If you can't deal with that right now, you either aren't as mature or advanced (relationship-wise) as some others, or need to take a look at your relationship proper.

Note: I do realise there are folk who love each other enormously but don't talk to/see each other everyday and are quite adamant about their supremacy. To them, I say "Good for you." Everyone's entitled to my opinion.

But back to Khadi, I will miss her. Of course, I'll speak to her (several times) everyday and the wonders of modern technology allow me to deliver my sweet words of lurve to her every five minutes, or (more realistically) when I can think them up. And when she isn't too busy to read them. Hooray for romance.

Some people say (and repeat endlessly) that you don't know what you got till it's gone. Now, I abhor cliches, but this one is particularly poingant right now. It's her first night in the University Hall (other than candid sleepovers after a semi-wild night out...), and I'm sure it's a big test for her.

But I've got every faith in my girl, and she wants to learn to be independant, if only for a semester, and she'll be fine. Great. Study hard, party hard. As usual.

Ah well, Yo Momma is on, and we all know that spewing gibberish will always take a back seat to strangers badmouthing each other.

I keed.

But really, Yo Momma is on now.

Love you babe.