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.

Someone to watch over me

Next time I am asked the question what I seek in a guy - I shall sing to them this lovely Gershwin song which sums up all my sentiments.

There's a saying old

Says that love is blind.

Still we're often told

"Seek and ye shall find.

"So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind.

Looking ev'rywhere,

Haven't found him yet;

He's the big affair I cannot forget -

Only man I ever think of with regret.

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram.

Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longing to see:

I hope that he

Turns out to be

Someone who'll watch over me.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood;

I know I could

Always be good

To one who'll watch over me.

Although he may not be the man some

Girls think of as handsome,

To my heart he carries the key

Don't you tell him, please, to put on some speed,

Follow my lead? Oh, how I need

Someone to watch over me.

Where are the heroes?

I had a complete wipe-out this morning on my way to walk on a busy business street. I am glad that I wasn't hurt but very disappointed that there was no hero who came to my rescue. Am I no "damsel" and therefore undeserving of some form heroic rescue from a dashing hero? Sigh - is this city completely hopeless or what?

Walk of shame or swagger of pride?

Ms. Smooth Operator sauntered into the office wearing a dress - unusually dressed up for Ms. SO who usually prefer trousers to dress. Ms. SO's boss cheekily teased "Hot date tonight, SO?" Ms SO responded "That was last night".

This situation is typically referred to the walk of shame but here in this men-deprived city, we call it the swagger of pride.

Watch the steps

I finally mustered up enough courage to go to the yuppie gym. I surprised myself - I am fitter than I gave myself credit for. As I glided down the stairs to the women's locker room, I passed a guy who avoided eye contact with me at all cost. A few steps down, I heard a plop and thud. The snooty guy missed his steps while he gave me the brush-off. There you go - I did make a guy fall for me - literally on the steps.

The Wedding Date

My mom called me earlier this evening and asked "Your cousin wants to know if she should send you a plus guest invitation to her wedding or a no-guest invitation".

Crap - the wedding is less than three months away - July 11, 2009 - the exact day of dread. I am happy that my cousin will be marrying her true love on that day; however, I am slightly concern about looking like a loser without a hot date in my arms. The wedding with be the first of my generation on my mom's side. Of course, I dream of having the most handsome, charming, and intelligent guy who can dance to accompany me to this wedding.

So, dear friends - if you know of any handsome, charming, intelligent guy who dances well that is looking to earn good karma points, please please please send him my way. I only need him July 11 & dressed in a nice suit. To repay your kindness, there is one ticket for you to the No Doubt Reunion Tour on July 18 (celebration after day of dread) - great seat.

If all else fails, perhaps I should check out imdb in search of an actor who will play the part of charming date to the wedding. (Hmm....I wonder if Robert Pattinson will still be in town shooting Twilight at that time....)

Give me Ass

My anusara classes are never boring - always entertaining. During this evening class, my lovely instructor called out "Christopher, move your right butt check to BB" (BB is yours truly - in case you have forgotten) "Christopher, don't move your ass to Tom (on your left) - move it to BB (on your right) - give her more ass". I love Anusara - even my instructor is trying to help my cause. Hahaha.

Twilight

The second movie of the Twilight series is currently filming in my city. Giving in to the heavy endorsements of the first movie by friends, I caved and read the first book of the series over the weekend. They were right - vampire can be so hot, sexy and desirable. I melted in a puddle of hopeless romanticism after reading about how heroic Edward was and how much he loves Bella - awwww..... I too wish to have a hero who loves me eternally and rescue this damsel when she is in distressed (instead of having to pick myself up).

p.s. Robert Pattinson - call me.

Silver lining

I am not getting a bonus nor a pay increase this year but at least I scored a free month of pass at the local yuppie gym. I will be ignoring the dark cloud while staring into the silver lining like a little kitty drawn to a shiny object.

The reason I got the pass was to check out the male patrons at the yuppie gym. It was as if the universe is saying "come come come on over". Haha.

Watch out male yuppie gym-ers, don't hurt yourself when I break out the "stretch".

LSC

Love, support, and cookie - according to Steve Harvey, those are the only three things one needs in a relationship (at least from the male perspective).

I must admit I agree with Mr. Harvey more so especially after a long and challenging day at work. I don't need to come home to more nagging and third degree interrogation. All I need after a long day of hard work is love, support and maybe some cookie (if I am awake). So dear men, I hear ya - the next one that comes into my life will be showered with love and support plus cookie (if I think you're deserving and don't annoy me too much).

Bathroom humour

I shall take a brief break from grace to share this with you what I learnt at dinner this evening (yeah - trust me IT is that good).

Men are like toilets. The good ones are taken. The ones that stay with you are the ones who take your shit.