Reckless Abandon

'Tis graduation season for young adults - everytime I walked pass the local theatre, there seemed to be a graduation ceremony. Ah - those young faces, full of exuberance and excitement for the future. Youth reminds me of the reckless abandon ways to life - especially with respect to love. When did I start losing that reckless abandon ways? Like the Pepsi commercial, I wish to regain my reckless abandon to love. Rock on.

Blind optimism or an audacity to hope?

Often when asked what I want in the man (who I seeketh as a partner in life) - I answered "someone like Barack Obama". The usual responses range from "be real - that's not possible" to that beyond words but mere laughter.

I am not dreaming about making my life with a president (in fact, I rather not). It is not the power behind the man that I admire - but the many qualities of Mr. Obama (that are apparent to the public) that I am in awe of. I am taken by his quiet strength, the way he listens before he speaks, the humility he's unafraid to display with his self-deprecating humour, his intelligence, his "audacity to hope", his belief in the goodness in humanity, and most importantly the way he conducts himself with grace.

I need a man with such awe-inspiring qualities who will catch me before I slip into the path of Plath. In turn, I offer my utter devotion, respect, love, support and acts (which no words will do justice of - or simply the "catch-all" category).

Dear readers - if you wish to play matchmaker, send to me guys with such admirable qualities.

Pavlov's Dog - Classical conditioning

Love takes flight

Air New Zealand just announced its inaugural "matchmaking" flight set to depart Los Angeles for Auckland on October 13. The experience will include a pre-flight gate party, themed food, drink, games and entertainment. Passengers can upload their dating profile six months before the flight to scope out the other singles. What a fantastic idea? I think my travel plan for the fall is set.

http://www.thematchmakingflight.com/

Kiss Goodbye

I had drinks with my friend, LoveSickBoy, over the weekend who was clearly heart-broken. He recently parted with his love interest who had to return to her home country across the ocean. Before her departure, LSB surprised her by renting out the music studio with a grand piano at the local music school so that he can sing her a Chinese song titled "Kiss Goodbye" - very very sappy Chinese song. LSB who had not touched the piano in years rehearsed for a few weeks before he performed the song for his special girl.

I thought that was quite the romantic gesture (since I brought out my air violin and played it while he told me the tale and also again when he retold the tales to my other girlies). What was the most romantic gesture that someone had ever done for you?

State of Consciousness

There are three states of consciousness: awaken, dreamy, and unconscious. I often choose to stay in the dreamy and unconscious states where I hang out with the likes of Lenny Kravitz & Jamie Foxx meanwhile in my awaken state I have to be in the company of Socially Awkward Guy or the Disinterested Guy - which do you think is more sufferable?

Dharma

Very sad to share the news of the passing of great yoga guru - Sri K Pattabhi Jois. He who popularized asthanga yoga in the Western world and also taught many others who in turn spread the goodness of yoga to all.

The guru may have left the mortal world but he left us with the legacy of the goodness of yoga teachings.

Om shanti shanti

What is Love?

Hmm....that I don't know. All I know is the Universe isn't showing me much of that these days. Sigh.

Accessorize

Have you ever notice a guy's accessory? I, who usually am too distracted by a witty conversation or fine abs, to notice the kind of watch a guy wears was brought to attention of the case of digital watch by a buddy. According to my buddy, a grown adult male who wears a digital watch at a social function often falls under the category of unchic geek. Agree or disagree?

Hmm...I wonder what guys think of a girl who wears studded cuff along with a strand of opera length pearls...

Say what?

Last Friday, I headed to a charity function at a local pub/club with the usual fab girls after our happy hour drinks. There we met a few new faces - friends of friend. One of the new faces, let's call him Socially Awkward Guy (that is the nicest moniker I can come up with and you will soon realize why I said "nicest"), came up to me and started a conversation which went down like this:

SAG: Hi - you look familiar to me.
BB: Oh, really? Maybe we went to the same school - which program did you do?
SAG: No, you were in my dreams [Such cheesiness should have been my cue to exit conversation but I continued to be nice]
BB: So, what do you do besides hanging out at clubs & dreaming about me?
SAG: I play with myself [That was the exact phrase he uttered - I was certainly shocked by this point]
BB: Hmm....maybe you shouldn't tell strangers that you play with yourself, especially girls.
SAG: What's wrong with that? Everyone plays with him or herself. I'm not good with girls.
BB: Umm...maybe you're not good with girls because you spend all your time playing with yourself.

I had enough of this conversation and turned to the fab girls and retold them the convo that I just had with SAG. They were as shocked as I was. For the rest of the evening, I avoided SAG.

As the girls and I were dancing and having fun, I felt someone grabbed me from behind - and it was the disgusting SAG. EWW!!!!!!! The girls, as reliable as always, came to my rescue & immediately built a wall to protect me against SAG. I was kept safely away from any further grabby hands or rude conversation from SAG.

I think I may have hit the lowest low in terms of my social interaction with the men in my cities.