Blueberry Vodka...And It's Consequences

Bumped into an old friend yesterday while Chippy & I were scouring the floor of the Atrium looking for food to eat. There was a mini-bazaar going on so we thought we'd grab a bite before going up to the library to catch a movie.

Shiela, my old friend, was going around requesting for donations; apparently that girl had already quit school quite awhile ago. Her reason??

"Because...Business Management is not for me, girl."

Gee whizz. Wish I could say that with much aplomb. And she wants to apply at CosmoProf, that beauty & makeup school.

But that's not the point I'm supposed to highlight today. Sheila & I were just talking for awhile & then I asked about how one of our mutual friends were doing. I've known that friend since as long as I could remember & the last time we talked before severing our ties, she was 3 months pregnant & unmarried. And that was back when we were 16.

According to Sheila, this girl already had Kid No. 2 & is in suspicions of going on to Kid No. 3. Mega-producing machine, if I do say so myself.

On my way home after the movie, our conversation kept replaying in my mind. Though it was a short one, it was pretty distinct; the kind of conversation where you can hardly be indifferent about.

Tracking back to age 16, when I first knew about her first pregnancy from her, needless to say I was flabbergasted. That was putting it mildly. Of course, I demanded to know how it happened, when it happened, WHY it had to happen.

And you know what?? It was all due to a stupid bottle of spiked Blueberry Vodka. Upon hearing that, I was kinda disgusted. And that, again was putting it mildly. Now why do you think I'm so against the notion of consuming alcohol?? Not only is it viewed -in my eyes- as Satan's pee, but it makes you do stuff you're not even aware of. Consuming alcohol is one thing...but SPIKED!!??

True, she didn't know it was spiked but who asked her to drink it in the first place?? If she hadn't put her mouth to the bottle, all of whatever that's been happening in the span of 5 years would never have happened. She passed out after gulping down that bottle & ended up on a bed with a guy on top of her.

And obviously it had to happen in a chalet. What a place to conceive a child.

Of course in the end, the guy had to marry her; shotgun wedding style.

And now, her qualifications in life are only up to Secondary School level while I don't even know what the guy works as. I don't think she even took O'Levels.

It's not like I'm looking down my short, stumpy nose in disdain at her; it's just that life shouldn't have been this way. She used to be from a religious school, with a religious background to boot. Heck, she was named after one the heavens!! And her mom, bless her, is a religious teacher.

I don't know how come she turned out the way she did; we used to be really, really good friends until me & my big mouth happened to say something about her being pregnant that I wasn't exactly supposed to say.

I mean, I didn't really mean it, not in any way. But, you know how pregnant females are. And 3 kids in the span of 5 years!!?? Like whoaaa...

Anywayz, what I'm really concerned about is her first child; the child that was conceived & borned out of holy wedlock. The Islamic consequences for the child is that he/she can never, ever, get married. For life. Even after his/her parents have already tied the knot, whether or not it was before or after the child is born, he/she cannot get married.

And that's the pitiful thing. Because all around, young couples are seen with kids in strollers & you're thinking, hmmm...this couple must have been shotgun. It's a taboo that the Malay/Islam community here in Singapore face & it's becoming a big issue.

Like, what the heck?? Haven't you heard of the word control?? Sure, I'm horny sometimes, I want to get Frenched, I want to make love & have babies, but like duhhhhh, only after I get married lahh!!

I'm actually wondering, is there a kick to having sex before marriage?? Can't you like, do all those things you did before marriage WHEN you're married?? What's so good about a quicky, anywayz?? And here I thought anticipation was the key to having a good, long romp. I must be overrated, goddammit.

It's not like I'm being preachy or anything; I mean, God knows I have my own flaws when it comes to religion. But at least I know my limits. Gee whizz...some people. Absolutely no self control. It's all in the mind, really.

See, that's what you get for drinking SPiked Blueberry Vodka. Or ANY form of liqour for that matter.

Laterz...
Lenny GodGilla Xabs