Is it an indisputable fact that the nuptial ties between lovebirds of a significant age gap can never be cemented upon true love and must be built on ulterior motives and subjected to endless suspicion and distrust? As one who relishes watching Korean dramas, I have always glorified true love but I soon realised that pursuing perfect love in reality can be no more than a distant mirage, especially with pragmatism and practicality coming into the picture. Perhaps the bumpy marriage life of one of my uncles can shed some light on the issue.
It was rather surprising when my uncle consummated the marriage with his 13-years-old-younger Malaysian wife barely a few months after they met as colleagues in a restaurant at Raffles Hotel. All went well in the beginning, as news of pregnancy was perceived to bring even more bliss into their love life. But ripples soon started to appear and trouble began brewing. My uncle could not take his stressful job and quitted. The couple still imposed no restrictions on their financial status and went on overseas holidays with the money sponsored by my maternal grandfather. On many occasions, the duo encountered difficulties in returning credit card bills and had bickered tearfully up to my soft-hearted grandfather to solicit financial backing. (Their apartment is in the same block as my grandfather's) Time and time again, my grandfather relented but he was definitely no abyss. The matter was blown out of proportions and my aunts had to step in to resolve the crisis. This was when things appeared fishy and I started to doubt the real intentions of his Malaysian wife.
An astronomical total sum of around $200,000 had already being churned out to pay for their bills, but when my aunt requested to look at the receipts of the items that were bought and suggested that they cancel the credit card for his wife, she refused and kept firm to the claim that she bought only stuff that were for the child. But look, it's totally absurd, how much can a 3-year-old baby possibly require? Furthermore, she threatened to divorce and bring the child away if the credit card is terminated! She even turned hostile on the husband of one of my aunt when he tried to mediate, voicing out that he was an outsider and his interference was unwarranted. The fact that she was only willing to listen to my grandfather and one of my aunt who had lent money to tide them over suspiciously pointed to her hidden agenda behind the willingness to live with someone so much older than her in the first place. Their marriage is now on the rocks and I haven't been following up on their developments. Fortunately, the young baby is not aware and is spared of all the stress lingering in the family. Hopefully she can grow up in a complete family after this episode ends.
scribbled at 10:54 AM
Cooling cocktails, strong shooters, chatty companions, high rock band, warm ambience - it was a night well-spent at Wala Wala Cafe Club yesterday for what my platoon mates called ORD outing. It shouldn't have came as a surprise to me when most of the people who agreed to be there stood the pathetic 4 of us (Wee Reng, Jackson, Weili and me) up at the last minute, considering I had the prior experience of organising a chalet last year, which turnout wasn't satisfactory either. Well, it didn't really bother me much as I was enjoying the environment and atmosphere there, and bringing up topics to chat about with the others. The live band was of a high standard too, though my ears couldn't acquiesce to some of the blaring rock music that nearly brought down the house. Haha. Favourite song of the night was I Will Survive, maybe because that's the only song I have heard before. (Pardon my ignorance of English pop songs) After midnight, the 4 of us who stayed until the second segment of the band performance (Takai, Ernest, Wee Reng and me) went on to indulge in late night supper at the coffeeshop under the windmill of Holland Village. Definitely a well-deserved night of chilling out!!! :)
scribbled at 2:55 PM
It had been a long while since I last caught a movie. After a draining driving session yesterday, I felt the itch more vividly than ever and thus walked lightheartedly into the theater showing "Singapore Dreaming" - a film touted to reflect sharply the problems encountered in life by typical Singaporeans, living up to expectations and financial crisis among others. Not that I regretted fishing out that 7 bucks for the movie, but it made me all melancholic and gloomy afterwards and set me thinking about how harsh reality is and how some of the illustrated issues might indeed affect me in a few years' time. Well, who dares foresee accurately what the future holds for us anyway? Even though there were some momentous outbreak of laughter among the audience at certain points in the movie, I only managed a superficial smile on my face. It's so much harder to be happy truthfully these days. Sigh!
scribbled at 3:13 PM
Driving isn't as simple a chore as I thought it was. After my first practical driving lesson yesterday, I was totally flabbergasted and overwhelmed by the immense number of minute details needed to pay attention to while on the wheels. Checking blind spots, looking at mirrors, and switching on/off signals aside, I already had enough trouble trying to keep my mind on the road, while concomitantly changing up to 2nd gear and coordinating the leg movements on the pedals. Without the multi-tasking ability imbued in me, the end result was a careening motor car creeping unsteadily on the circuit roads of BBDC, posing a hazard to other drivers around me. =( Not to even mention the several times when the engine stalled in the middle of the road or when other drivers honked at me when I went off course. It was a demoralising and unnerving experience altogether, and it certainly didn't help when my instructor only gave me a pass for 2 subjects, when most of my friends around me passed 3 in their first lesson. Hope I can gain momentum in the upcoming lessons, both literally and figuratively. Sigh.
scribbled at 11:06 AM
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