Posts Tagged ‘Relationship’

The Flying Dutchman

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

You know, I was perfectly mollified a few days ago. Sorry dude if you are the hero of this post and I am writing about you.

This Dutch air steward found me on a social networking website and we struck up an email conversation, exchanging emails to and fro about once a week. Nothing pushy, very friendly, non-sleazy and in fact, it was a very comfortable sort of information exchange. I love travelling, like you guys didn’t know that. And he travels all the time so naturally we hit it off. I was the curious student and he, the master of all places unknown to my ignorant soul.

I always knew that there is a possibility of him coming to Singapore. Hell, he said it himself! He flies! He is an air steward! He can go anywhere the plane can go!

But yesterday, I opened up my mailbox, found a new email from him and read his mail. He went about the usual cheerful banter, the this and the that and I was in a joyous mood, reading on and on till the next paragraph began with …

Because I’ve got some great news: I’ll be coming to Singapore in 2 weeks.

What?! And suddenly, I got all nervous like a little school girl and I am a grown woman of a (reasonably) ripe age for Christ’s sake! Then I had these fleeting thoughts in absolute no order.

What am I going to wear?
What are we going to do?
I wonder if he likes the colour purple.
Shit!
Inhale. Exhale.
This is too soon.
I wonder if he is a player.

You know, I am not in love with the guy for sure although he provides great email company. The jitters I attribute it to self-imposed celibacy and the lack of dating for the last year or so and my (flirting) skills have all gone to rust. I am so used to being myself (because it’s tiring being otherwise) – straight-forward, boisterous when the occasion calls for it and my conversation, more often than not, hinges on a certain latitude of vulgarity. I certainly don’t need to impress but I don’t want to be thought negatively either. It was bothering so much that I decided to take the escapist route out – cast it out of my mind till .. I care to mull over the reality again which is in fact now since I am blogging about it.

It is a wonder what a movie can do to relax the mind. I watched Julie and Julia and felt inspired to be whole again. I shall not fear. Julie succeeded in butchering the crustacean. I will confront my demons of self-doubt and be myself. The Dutch and I are going to have an awesome night of wine debauchery with Lord Alfred Tennyson’s blessings.

You’ll have no scandal while you dine,
But honest talk and wholesome wine …

I better end off before my weakly constructed wall of false bravado collapses right before my eyes and I embarrass myself in front of you my dear readers.

Waiting For A Havest

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Everyone’s darkest desire is to be half of a couple because it is human nature to be afraid of being alone. Words like ‘Single’ and ‘Alone’ have huge social repercussions tagged to them. You become the burden of your parents and the amount of worry your parents cast upon you is inversely proportional to your age. During the occasional friends’ gathering, you feel like the oddity because you did not repeat the word ‘husband’ more than thrice and coo the word ‘babies’ (with pride) infinitely throughout the duration of the meal. You are the topic of discussion when you perform obligatory visits e.g. festive gatherings with relatives you were never close to. When the big question about whether you are currently attached is finally broached by one of the many curious aunties, you feel all conversation round the table coming to an abrupt halt and you have never felt more popular as a person about to make a public speech since Martin Luther King. And when you answer in the affirmative that you are still single, stinging looks of pity and consoling words are doled out in generous measures so much so that even you who was originally unbothered by your singlehood starts to resent your lonely existence. You start to despise those who wear the cloak of concern but are really hiding under the shadow of insensitivity. And if you have any good sense left in you, you shy away from these meetings ever after by making up plausible excuses.

Being single, by choice or otherwise, seems to be socially criminal.

There is no right and no wrong in being single if you are comfortable with your status. The sun does not stop shining because you have no beloved, the world does not stop spinning due to a lack of dates, the rain does not stop falling because there is only one person under the umbrella … In short, Life goes on.

If you are the kind who needs Love to nourish your Life so that you may grow green and healthy, go forth and do not be afraid to fail. If you are like me, one who accepts Providence’s hands without feeling the need to bemoan, the choice is yours to be proactive or to pace yourself so that you can also smell the flowers in your quest.

When asked if I miss the feeling of having someone around, I honestly think it’s a silly question. Of course I do miss the good parts about being with someone – the warmth of another body, the girlish giggles that only one in Love can produce without feeling absurd, the furtive glances stolen when he is not looking and his big hand guiding yours as he walks you down the trodden path that you wish will never end. But if it is not possible right now, one has to learn how to live by herself too.

Some become reliant on friends to feel ‘wanted’ but there will always be a point in time where you won’t have a friend around who can keep company so it is a steep learning curve to being only you. You learn to go to the library to borrow books and read them in your bed. What you lack in companionship, you make it up in knowledge. You learn not to judge another who goes to the cinema by himself. You learn to occupy a whole table in a restaurant without feeling guilty (because remember, singles have their rights too!).

Even though I am now comfortable with doing some things on my own, I want to learn how to do things differently – to be a different person but the same me. I want to experience new things I would never try. I want to see things from a different angle. I want to wear my hair in a different way. I want to hold things with a different hand. I want to speak to others in a different manner. I want to watch programs I would never bother. I want to call friends whom I’ve not kept in contact. I want to read books I’ll never touch. I want to try food I never ate.

Right now, I want to be wholesome and know how it is like just to be fully me without being half of another because I know I will learn that when the time is ripe.

To Stick Your Finger Where It Doesn’t Belong

Friday, June 5th, 2009

I’ve had this revelation recently, watching my neighbour’s youngest daughter unwittingly stick her finger into a door knob and got stuck. It was an arduous process, really. Being young and afraid of pain, once her finger was stuck, she gave up trying, asking help from her siblings who then came running to my dad watching television in the living room.

As I stood watching the locksmith extricate the knob from the door, it was clear that the rest was up to the little girl. There is not going to be anything the doctor can do and sawing was out of the question since the little finger is in peril. Her anxious father poured oil over the finger and encouraged her to ease it out slowly but everytime she felt a little pain, she slumped back and gave up. Three grown men stood hovering over her – one decidedly nervous (her father), one concerned but amused (my father) and one sarcastic (the locksmith). If not for the fact that it would be improper to giggle, I would find the whole scene comical. Least when expected, the little finger suddenly came free of the door knob, reasonably well-oiled but none for the worst. I was thinking: Do not stick your finger where it doesn’t belong.

Almost immediately, I thought of Jack Horner whose thumb was in the pie and I thought of myself, wondering if I have, metaphorically, been cast in the same situation. Have I been sticking my finger into where I don’t belong?

The man is not yours and not for you. Do not insist on sticking your finger in where it doesn’t belong because it will hurt and it takes a lot of pain before you are smart enough to extricate yourself from further hurt. You make the people around you worried but yet the only person you can help yourself is you. Tempting as it is to create a little drama out of curiosity, the aftermath is usually not so pleasant. I’ll now leave the little girl be and hope that one day she has the same epiphany as me.

A Lesson On Love; Mister C

Monday, May 2nd, 2005

Others have sung that Love, is a many splendored thing.

The radio croons its neverending, evergreen, silky spidery menagerie of late night love songs always with “Forever love, forever love ….” And it could have a very devastating effect on lonely people who have not found their other halves in the night, especially nights with piercing silence.

Apparently four years of knowledge about each other were not enough for us to want to stay together.

Perhaps we have known all that is left to know and there is no mystery in being together anymore. Or perhaps we were in fact, too overwrought by the things we do not intend the other party to know about each other.

Being friends, rather than lovers, would be a much kinder dedication to the term “Memories” and a preservation of sanctity of the word “Relationship”.

The day we laid our hearts bare, it felt like our souls were reprieved. When the hearts were constrained, there has always been an ominous silence lurking in the air we tried to conceal and ignore, followed by a desperate attempt to talk incoherently just to ease the unnatural silence. But now, our hearts just poured out tentatively, gradually and then in all full splendor and finality.

It was a sudden moment, there and then. We asked each other a simple question. The replies we gave were so unpretentious and unanimous. A decision instantaneously and instinctively concluded the outcome of us. Even using ‘us’ sounds a little sacrilegious because we left ‘us’ behind a long long time ago when he first went in search of his dreams and ideals and i, in pursuit of a common, monotonous pattern of lifestyle. Our souls had communicated and departed amicably then, just that we did not realise it. A reformed alliance afterwards was a weak attempt to feel wanted and regain any form of stringent wanting we might have left for each other.

I breathed a little easily when the episode announced its impending end.

I teared a little at how time spared us no consideration.

I wondered if he would invite me to his future wedding and if i would still feel my heart throb when he kisses his bride.

I closed my eyes and remembered the fresh sunflowers he sent me which all withered and decayed in due time.

I kept a sprig of dried forget-me-not as memory.

I am convinced that this is the wisest choice we could have made.

This one time, i learn a little more about love. Love cannot be attained by two people forcing themselves to be together for poignancy and old time’s sake.