My Friend Jack
I was told, by Jack (not his real name, his real name is Tan Chee Beng), that you are in deep shit if your in-laws started calling you "The Thing That Married My Daughter". Or so he claimed. Jack (still using this cloak of anonymity, to protect Tan Chee Beng) told me of how his high lofty status of "My Son in Law" got demoted to "Things That...". While i share his emotional trauma and sadness of his predicament, I can't help but to tell him that he too, had an active role in this entire...fiasco?

Jack was a high flying executive in one MNC and was married for about a year or so when trouble hit paradise. while he and wifey decided to delay having an offspring, they were having a jolly good time with the freedom of being childless - travelling and doing many great things. and signing in credit many great cards too. So when George-freaking-Bush decided to invade Iraq and when SARs hit Singapore like a stinging boxers' uppercut, and when the whole economy started to bite the dust via dwindling profits, high cost of businesses and great uncertainties, Jack and wifey's high wheeling and dealing life came to an abrupt stop.

Wifey somehow became pregnant. And Jack loses his job. Of cos, to a normal couple, this is a blardy loud alarm that called for damage control, especially in term of finance. But hell no, Jack is not a normal person. He gambled more, spend life OUTSIDE from home more and turn to spiritual advice in the form of Johnny Walker and Jim Beam. Thats how he became The Thing That Married My Daughter.

I paid for Jack's drink (vanilla coke) and did not dispense any advice other than "you are like totally messed, manz...". I don't really know how to help him.

I began to look inward. Into myself. These things always have that kind of effect on me. Guess I got some kind of a telling that I should appreciate my life as of how I am living it today. Amen. God Bless. Alhamdulillah.