dear God
please let me be humble
please let me be nice
please let me ignore the fools
and don't let me eat rice
please let me sometimes be right
please let me always be strong
please let me sometimes win fights
and not always be wrong
Friday, 21 October 2011
Thursday, 20 October 2011
the 24hr shopping paradise
There is a store here on our tiny little red dot of an island that has become a must visit place for all tourists and locals alike. It stocks just about everything one can imagine. From electronics, gadgets, sportswear, gold jewelery, every grocery item imaginable, sporting goods, toiletries, perishables, the list is endless.
Too good to be true..... yes!
What you get for 24hr shopping for everything is crowds and chaos. Chaos not by the crowds, but by the store itself. It has expanded over the years and now covers one street length of a few floors of shopping (dis)pleasure.
The aisles are narrow, the stock is badly displayed, there is hardly any room to manoeuvre yourself, let alone a trolley. The checkout counters are spread all over the store at odd locations and leave no room for anyone to line up or even know which way to face. They treat each customer as a potential shoplifter. However I must say that customer service has improved tremendously, now you can actually get a response from the staff on where to find things! Seriously though, they have improved, they are now sullen but polite.
Always go there when you aren't in a hurry or hungry. That way you won't feel too stressed when trying to negotiate the narrow aisles and crowds. That way you also can stroll in your own world and marvel at the range of sardines they stock, and the amazing amount of Indian spices and curry powders. Ignoring the chaos and mess, and when I am in a good mood, I actually love going there to look for interesting canned goods and spices from all over the world. Looking for a gag gift for a loved one, they stock an interesting array of "decor" items that make you want to buy it and give it as a present just to see the look on the receivers face!
I was there yesterday, had a ball in the new section as it wasnt very crowded. However it didnt have all the items I needed, I still had to ask for the popadum section and was told that I had to go over to the old building. I think I did stare at the man dumbfounded for a whole minute, but resigned to my fate, I trekked back to the old section and again had a blast looking at the variety of items. I did leave with more than I went there for, even if I did make a list.
So forget the lists, forget the fact that the customer is always right and head to our tourist attraction in Syed Alwi road and marvel at the store that is Mustaffas!
Too good to be true..... yes!
What you get for 24hr shopping for everything is crowds and chaos. Chaos not by the crowds, but by the store itself. It has expanded over the years and now covers one street length of a few floors of shopping (dis)pleasure.
The aisles are narrow, the stock is badly displayed, there is hardly any room to manoeuvre yourself, let alone a trolley. The checkout counters are spread all over the store at odd locations and leave no room for anyone to line up or even know which way to face. They treat each customer as a potential shoplifter. However I must say that customer service has improved tremendously, now you can actually get a response from the staff on where to find things! Seriously though, they have improved, they are now sullen but polite.
Always go there when you aren't in a hurry or hungry. That way you won't feel too stressed when trying to negotiate the narrow aisles and crowds. That way you also can stroll in your own world and marvel at the range of sardines they stock, and the amazing amount of Indian spices and curry powders. Ignoring the chaos and mess, and when I am in a good mood, I actually love going there to look for interesting canned goods and spices from all over the world. Looking for a gag gift for a loved one, they stock an interesting array of "decor" items that make you want to buy it and give it as a present just to see the look on the receivers face!
I was there yesterday, had a ball in the new section as it wasnt very crowded. However it didnt have all the items I needed, I still had to ask for the popadum section and was told that I had to go over to the old building. I think I did stare at the man dumbfounded for a whole minute, but resigned to my fate, I trekked back to the old section and again had a blast looking at the variety of items. I did leave with more than I went there for, even if I did make a list.
So forget the lists, forget the fact that the customer is always right and head to our tourist attraction in Syed Alwi road and marvel at the store that is Mustaffas!
singlish
The ruling elite here think we should speak proper English. Singlish which is our unique hybrid is frowned upon and widely discouraged. I love Singlish! It is an interesting way of speaking and no one else does it the way we do! As it is, our minds and actions are already controlled enough, please leave us be and let us continue speaking Singlish.
I should start a campaign (as opposed to the speak good English one) on lets speak Singlish!!
My sister in Australia is appalled that I advocate speaking Singlish. We grew up in a household where Dad made us speak proper English, we were not allowed to say lah! A convent education also helped drill into us the correct and proper way to speak. Don't you think Singlish is so much easier? For example one can say in proper English ( or my version of proper English as I am not an educator or some professor of the language so ignore all the flaws in my grammar) " How do you think we can solve this problem" or in Singlish it would be " so How??" or my favourite. "Do you think this is possible" and the Singlish version would be " Can or not??"
Simpler! easier! and just as effective! I use Singlish daily in my interactions with people I work with, at home however, we do speak in full sentences. If I tried to speak proper English to the hawkers I doubt I would get very far, I'd probably be laughed at or scolded or worse, ignored!
I don't see what the fuss is all about, why is speaking Singlish considered so bad? So what if the tourists can't understand us? We cant understand them either, and it isn't because we cant speak English, its because of the accents. I actually like accents, its musical. you can tell a Malaysian Chinese from a Singaporean Chinese just by the accent, and of course a China Chinese is easier to spot. Same goes for an Indian Indian and a Singaporean Indian. but that's a whole different topic altogether!
So lets embrace Singlish, its one thing that sets us apart from the rest. Who wants to sound just like everyone else anyway.
I should start a campaign (as opposed to the speak good English one) on lets speak Singlish!!
My sister in Australia is appalled that I advocate speaking Singlish. We grew up in a household where Dad made us speak proper English, we were not allowed to say lah! A convent education also helped drill into us the correct and proper way to speak. Don't you think Singlish is so much easier? For example one can say in proper English ( or my version of proper English as I am not an educator or some professor of the language so ignore all the flaws in my grammar) " How do you think we can solve this problem" or in Singlish it would be " so How??" or my favourite. "Do you think this is possible" and the Singlish version would be " Can or not??"
Simpler! easier! and just as effective! I use Singlish daily in my interactions with people I work with, at home however, we do speak in full sentences. If I tried to speak proper English to the hawkers I doubt I would get very far, I'd probably be laughed at or scolded or worse, ignored!
I don't see what the fuss is all about, why is speaking Singlish considered so bad? So what if the tourists can't understand us? We cant understand them either, and it isn't because we cant speak English, its because of the accents. I actually like accents, its musical. you can tell a Malaysian Chinese from a Singaporean Chinese just by the accent, and of course a China Chinese is easier to spot. Same goes for an Indian Indian and a Singaporean Indian. but that's a whole different topic altogether!
So lets embrace Singlish, its one thing that sets us apart from the rest. Who wants to sound just like everyone else anyway.
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
do as i say and not as i do
I have been guilty of preaching, yes indeed, I preach and act like I am the perfect person and everyone else is wrong. I give advice freely ( and yes have been guilty of giving it when it wasnt asked for) and click my tongue when they dont listen and say "see i told you so". Its hard to come down to reality and hear it from someone else that I am not always right. Recently I gave a friend some advice on dating ( dont laugh) and i could actually hear my own words as my mouth formed them and I stopped myself. I couldnt believe myself. I was giving her advice on what not to do when I was guilty of doing exactly the same thing!
I preach and I hate it. Time to stop and think before I open my mouth. That will be difficult, I am more the, open mouth, stick foot in, then try to extract foot, type. I used to be unbearable, I used to tell my brother how to raise his children. I was insufferable, but I am happy to report that I realised it pretty quickly and I stopped. I am afraid that I will end up like my mother ( I love you mum but...) so my kids have been told, to buy a shot gun and shoot me if I become like my mother. They have to correct me discreetly from now by calling me 'Sharan' everytime I act pompous (Sharan being my mothers name)
But I digress.....
I have to stop giving advice especially as I increasingly find myself doing the exact opposite of all that damn advice I so freely give out.
I preach and I hate it. Time to stop and think before I open my mouth. That will be difficult, I am more the, open mouth, stick foot in, then try to extract foot, type. I used to be unbearable, I used to tell my brother how to raise his children. I was insufferable, but I am happy to report that I realised it pretty quickly and I stopped. I am afraid that I will end up like my mother ( I love you mum but...) so my kids have been told, to buy a shot gun and shoot me if I become like my mother. They have to correct me discreetly from now by calling me 'Sharan' everytime I act pompous (Sharan being my mothers name)
But I digress.....
I have to stop giving advice especially as I increasingly find myself doing the exact opposite of all that damn advice I so freely give out.
Monday, 17 October 2011
no more people please
If you read the papers you would know that in the "only" main English language paper today, there was mention of something along the lines of better rail access will bring about more patronage of the rail way system as the new vehicle quota will be slowed down etc etc. Now they also stated that we currently have a population of 5.18 million people on our tiny little red dot of an island and wait for it..... they are expecting it to grow to 6.5 million within the decade!!
Are they out of their fucking minds! Not only are we already crowded and bursting at the seams, its going to get worse !! They are everywhere, rushing around, pushing, shoving, rude people
Everyday, the trains are jammed packed and no the transport minister doesn't need to go ride the trains and tell us " see its fine, I got on easily" leave the entourage behind and ride it incognito, then tell us !!
A few days earlier there was a disruption at one of the main city stations right at peak hour end of the day. It was scary looking at the pictures of the people waiting for the train on the overcrowded platform. When I do decide to take the train, I marvel at the throng of people rushing for the escalators once they get off the trains. I once stood upstairs looking down at the platform of rushing people and wondered what if there was an accident. What would happen if someone fell in that rushing crowd, would people trample that person, not knowing that someone had fallen. Do we need to wait for that to happen before we think about better crowd control.
Ultimately we need to ask, do we need more people, is it the right way to fuel the economy by bringing in more people??
I for one say stop, no more people please.
Are they out of their fucking minds! Not only are we already crowded and bursting at the seams, its going to get worse !! They are everywhere, rushing around, pushing, shoving, rude people
Everyday, the trains are jammed packed and no the transport minister doesn't need to go ride the trains and tell us " see its fine, I got on easily" leave the entourage behind and ride it incognito, then tell us !!
A few days earlier there was a disruption at one of the main city stations right at peak hour end of the day. It was scary looking at the pictures of the people waiting for the train on the overcrowded platform. When I do decide to take the train, I marvel at the throng of people rushing for the escalators once they get off the trains. I once stood upstairs looking down at the platform of rushing people and wondered what if there was an accident. What would happen if someone fell in that rushing crowd, would people trample that person, not knowing that someone had fallen. Do we need to wait for that to happen before we think about better crowd control.
Ultimately we need to ask, do we need more people, is it the right way to fuel the economy by bringing in more people??
I for one say stop, no more people please.
Friday, 14 October 2011
spell check
I LOVE spell check. without it I would be doomed. Doomed to be the one person that cant spell. but am I??
No, it seems people have forgotten how to spell. Here in our little red dot we still follow the old way of teaching kids how to read and write, spelling is important. they incorporate some phonetics but its still rote learning and memorising the words. I used to be very good at spelling until computers entered my life!
It used to bother me alot, those little red wiggly lines in my documents and emails, but now I happily ignore them and hit spell check at the end of all my vigorous typing and like magic all those red wiggly lines are gone!
How cool is that! if only life was as simple as spell check
No, it seems people have forgotten how to spell. Here in our little red dot we still follow the old way of teaching kids how to read and write, spelling is important. they incorporate some phonetics but its still rote learning and memorising the words. I used to be very good at spelling until computers entered my life!
It used to bother me alot, those little red wiggly lines in my documents and emails, but now I happily ignore them and hit spell check at the end of all my vigorous typing and like magic all those red wiggly lines are gone!
How cool is that! if only life was as simple as spell check
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Mission Impossible
I am on a mission it seems, on a mission to go find that man, come hell or highwater. Am I?
To some it seems that I am but if you ask me (well even if you dont I will tell you as it is my Blog) I am only on the lookout for that one special someone. That one person who isnt afraid to say to everyone he knows, that I am his, that I belong to him. Yes even is this day and age of feminism women still need that affirmation that they belong to that one special man. Most of us do anyway.
A friend likes to say she is a simple girl with simple needs but is a complicated woman..... that kind of sums me up as well. simple needs simple girl as I dont like or want the over the top romancing or constant declarations of love. I do however want a companion in my journey of life ( whats left of it anyway) but I don't know how to go about and do that. I don't know if I am doing it right and if I have inadvertently lost something I should have nurtured and not forced. Complicated indeed.
Was it Plato that said that humans originally had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them. Is that a crock of shit or is it real. Are we condemned or doomed to keep looking for the other half?
All I know is that this search for love, affirmation and companionship is getting more complicated and feels like mission impossible.........
To some it seems that I am but if you ask me (well even if you dont I will tell you as it is my Blog) I am only on the lookout for that one special someone. That one person who isnt afraid to say to everyone he knows, that I am his, that I belong to him. Yes even is this day and age of feminism women still need that affirmation that they belong to that one special man. Most of us do anyway.
A friend likes to say she is a simple girl with simple needs but is a complicated woman..... that kind of sums me up as well. simple needs simple girl as I dont like or want the over the top romancing or constant declarations of love. I do however want a companion in my journey of life ( whats left of it anyway) but I don't know how to go about and do that. I don't know if I am doing it right and if I have inadvertently lost something I should have nurtured and not forced. Complicated indeed.
Was it Plato that said that humans originally had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them. Is that a crock of shit or is it real. Are we condemned or doomed to keep looking for the other half?
All I know is that this search for love, affirmation and companionship is getting more complicated and feels like mission impossible.........
Saturday, 8 October 2011
The first date
So it finally happened....with a little bit of drama of course, after all what is life without drama!!
Its been raining every day this last week, so I figured that I should arrange to leave early to be there on time for a 7.30 dinner reservation. I work in events for gods sake, I know how to plan things! But life conspires against me, it just likes to fuck things up! I called a cab and on a rainy friday evening what was I expecting?? immediate response? not bloody likely. Being late for a date, a first date! It didnt bode well......
20 mins later and still no cab.....
call the restaurant and inform them that I will be late and please inform my date, this was going downhill faster than those boys in cool runnings!!
The taxi finally arrived, (remember I still have to blog about all those taxis) and he got me there pretty quickly. Only 10 minutes late................
what was I expecting, what was I hoping for, what was I looking for......
I am looking for things that aren't there............
Thursday, 6 October 2011
the unaware cougar
unconsciously, totally unaware, unintended......thats me when it comes to younger men. totally unaware that I am a cougar! I hate labels, but I have been branded a cougar.... often.
Its all very innocent and I believe that it happens because I am unaware that I am now a "certain" age. Its not easy when you get older and are not aware that age has snuck up from behind and bitten you on the ass.
If you asked me how old I was inside and how old I felt ( and we arent talking of being felt up here) I would say 25!
I forget that my children are older than I feel inside, I forget that I should behave like an older woman. I forget that I have to dress in age appropriate attire, although I do stop, look and ask my sons their opinion should I question my choices.
I still appreciate the male specimen, I still smile at good looking hunky men, and I get smiled at by good looking hunky men and it leaves me feeling awfully nice until I realise that OMG that man is probably my sons age, and then I just feel awful!!
I watch alot of sport, I like watching football, rugby, motor sports, tennis, cricket to name a few, and of course the men are getting younger as I progress upwards along the ladder of aging. Daniel Carter comes to mind recently, as the Rugby world cup is on, and his famous Jockey ads have had a fair amount of attention. That gorgeous man is my sons age! Until I realised that, I was happily ogling his physique in his Jockeys!
Am I perverted I wonder.... or am I just happily clueless
It doesn't help that I seem to have dated alot of younger men. from 9 years younger and upwards. At least i have had some sense of decorum and refused to go out with anyone who is 10 years younger. Then I wonder why haven't I, why am I so squeamish about younger men. I know several women of a "certain" age that have had and are in a very successful relationship with younger men. Younger men seem to want to go out with me, and for the life of me I can't see the attraction. I know I am quite good looking enough (modest aren't I) to attract a younger man but I don't think looks are the ultimate attraction for them. I have been told its my maturity and the confidence that I exude. Really!??
Well, as I stumble along in this confusing maze of dating, perhaps I may come across a couple of younger men again and this time perhaps I wont ask them how old they are and does their mother know what they are up to. At least I can try to conquer one of the restrictions I place on myself, the next one would be women asking me out i guess!!
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
dating.....an archaic ritual & a necessary evil
What is dating. Two people meet for a singular purpose to see if they are compatible and attracted to each other enough to make future plans. Its like a test! Isn't it?
A test to see who you are, what you like and if the other person likes you enough. Its stressful!! But its a necessary evil. How else do you find someone you want to hang out with forever. Whether its an introduction by friends, online dating, being fixed up by our parents, seeing someone in the gym everyday, that is the beginning to dating. You ask the person out, you go out with that person and it becomes a date!!
There are several forms of dates, dinner, museums, walking the old train tracks, jungle trekking, movies, a drink in a bar, fishing, cycling, in fact any social activity can be a date.
Its a prelude for things to come.
If after the first date you know you will never be able to imagine yourself with that person, you move on. You start again, sifting through the potentials and date again. Its tiring, Its stressful, you have to be on your best behaviour to attract and keep their interest. Did our parents and grandparents get it right with arranged marriages and no dating. Has our freedom of choice actually made us more confused?
I know I am confused. Confused to the point that I am doing it all wrong.
I don't know how to date or how to be the perfect little woman that plays hard to get so that men want to go out with me (following the old saying that men want what they can't have). What you see is what you get with me, no games. Perhaps its time to play the game of dating, to do it the right way.
A test to see who you are, what you like and if the other person likes you enough. Its stressful!! But its a necessary evil. How else do you find someone you want to hang out with forever. Whether its an introduction by friends, online dating, being fixed up by our parents, seeing someone in the gym everyday, that is the beginning to dating. You ask the person out, you go out with that person and it becomes a date!!
There are several forms of dates, dinner, museums, walking the old train tracks, jungle trekking, movies, a drink in a bar, fishing, cycling, in fact any social activity can be a date.
Its a prelude for things to come.
If after the first date you know you will never be able to imagine yourself with that person, you move on. You start again, sifting through the potentials and date again. Its tiring, Its stressful, you have to be on your best behaviour to attract and keep their interest. Did our parents and grandparents get it right with arranged marriages and no dating. Has our freedom of choice actually made us more confused?
I know I am confused. Confused to the point that I am doing it all wrong.
I don't know how to date or how to be the perfect little woman that plays hard to get so that men want to go out with me (following the old saying that men want what they can't have). What you see is what you get with me, no games. Perhaps its time to play the game of dating, to do it the right way.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
the first date fizzles
In one of my earlier posts I talked about going on line again in search of "the one". The first flush of anticipation quickly turned to disgust, disdain and disappointment. I got offline very quickly! I went back to the age old tradition of fixer uppers, the well meaning friends that arrange it for you, the blind dates!
I was told how old he is, what he does, etc etc. The date was arranged and we agreed to meet in a restaurant for dinner in the middle of the week. As the date was arranged a couple of weeks in advance, the anticipation grew and I did get all excited about dressing up and getting ready to meet a "new" person.
Then I began to wonder, panic even, was I ready to go out there and meet New people, new Men? Was I ready to move on? I thought I had made up my mind and wanted to move on and forget the failed attempt of a relationship. Would it have been fair to go out and have dinner with someone new, a potential ( a new date shall be called a potential), when I haven't moved on.
I have had dinners with men friends since I (thought i had) finished with the failed attempt of a relationship,but somehow with MF1(lets call this one MF1 for men friend 1) it was ok to go out and have dinner as MF 1 isn't a potential.
So.......Instead of going out tonight for a good dinner with a potential, I will be home cooking dinner for myself and the son and watching TV.
Safe in my little cocoon away from all the Potentials!
I was told how old he is, what he does, etc etc. The date was arranged and we agreed to meet in a restaurant for dinner in the middle of the week. As the date was arranged a couple of weeks in advance, the anticipation grew and I did get all excited about dressing up and getting ready to meet a "new" person.
Then I began to wonder, panic even, was I ready to go out there and meet New people, new Men? Was I ready to move on? I thought I had made up my mind and wanted to move on and forget the failed attempt of a relationship. Would it have been fair to go out and have dinner with someone new, a potential ( a new date shall be called a potential), when I haven't moved on.
I have had dinners with men friends since I (thought i had) finished with the failed attempt of a relationship,but somehow with MF1(lets call this one MF1 for men friend 1) it was ok to go out and have dinner as MF 1 isn't a potential.
So.......Instead of going out tonight for a good dinner with a potential, I will be home cooking dinner for myself and the son and watching TV.
Safe in my little cocoon away from all the Potentials!
Friday, 23 September 2011
early morning encounters
Then there are those that hog two seats instead of one, yes their knee/handbag/shopping/that tiny little plastic bag/ elbow, all need that one seat for themselves. Or the able bodied people that pretend to be asleep and totally ignore the elderly and pregnant. I am not about to preach nor about to tell people what they should or should not do, but at least if you want to pretend to be asleep, make it more realistic!
Women in short skirts, lovely to look at as long as they don't sit down in front of you in a very unbecoming manner.
Whats the etiquette on bags? handbags, laptop bags, back packs or just bags. I try to keep my bags as close to me as possible, but I notice I am in the minority. Everyone else seems to want to do as much damage to the other persons anatomy with their various forms of luggage and bags!
Then there are the perverts..... I once saw an old man stroking a young womans hair. She was sitting in the seat in front of him, and he was enjoying himself stroking her long hair. I thought "ok this man knows this young woman" But no he didn't! He did stop when he noticed me watching him though!
Lets not forget the bus drivers, as most of my crowd cringing moments happen on the bus.
I have discovered four categories of bus drivers so far
1. the I wanna be a F1 driver
2. the jerk stop go driver
3. the snail (especially happens when you are late)
4. the I have to beat the traffic lights and brake suddenly to see if people can fly driver
I am sure this particular post will be continuously updated as I go about on my daily travels on buses and perhaps even expand to include the trains. Taxi Drivers....now that's another post altogether!
Thursday, 15 September 2011
life story
Pen down the journey that is my life....... with some edits of course! I always wondered about what to put down in my life story, whether i would be able to tell the truth. it never is about just one person, its about all the people that are connected to you and some of it is extremely unpleasant, horrid and well downright embarrassing! Maybe the imperfections make for a good story but how many of us can actually write it all down exactly as it happened. How many of us are brave enough to face the wrath of our "loved" ones when we spill the beans on our imperfect lives.
Will I be brave enough...............
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
how horrible can a first date be
As I am back on the market (how I hate that phrase) I am determined to write about all my first dates and all my one date wonders. I joined the online dating websites a few weeks ago and as usual I get a lot of interest from younger men, men in far away places ( like the US and Canada) and men who really don't appeal to me. Filtering has to happen of course, learning to spot the scammers, the con artists and the married men of course. There is a standard email from these "scammers" its always a man who has been widowed and has a daughter, and they begin their first contact with " how beautiful you are and like an angel and all that crap. yes its crap
Majority of women do see through the bull dust, but there are those that get caught in the trap and get cheated. So I filter the messages on the websites,I decipher the messages and then I chat with some of the men. How long is an appropriate time to wait before we arrange a first date? I have no idea. If alarm bells aren't ringing in my head, I usually meet with them pretty quickly and then the first date happens!!
Where to go on a first date? Drinks or dinner? Drinks in a popular bar is preferred, in a central location where one can get a taxi at the end of the night is the best bet. Why? So that you can escape as soon as possible if that date turned out to be boring, horrible or just scary!
You meet at the bar, you realise he doesn't look at all like his picture, and when you ask him he admits that the picture was taken 5 years ago. and of course you are thinking wow , in 5 years hes aged 15! The conversation is slow, you try to prompt a conversation with open ended questions that do not require monosyllable answers, but somehow he still manages to stick to one word replies! Or you meet at the bar, and he looks better in person and his eyes light up when he sees you. conversation flows fast and freely and he says at the end of the night that he will call.......... does he call, no!
Or
you meet at the bar, he looks better in person and you have this wonderful time, and end up snogging him in some park in the middle of the city!
But
Its all about the first date bravado..... all that posturing and pretense that goes into the ritual of dating. Watch animal planet and you will see how the males posture and preen infront of the females of the species and my god it feels the same in real life human interaction! So I have had my fair share of horror stories of first dates. Like the man who wouldnt order me a second drink during dinner, the waiter had to ask me if I wanted another drink, or the one that thought I would go back to his hotel room to get some chocolates he bought me, or the one that stuck his tongue down my throat when saying goodbye at the train station.
These were the dates that the minute I met them I already knew it wasnt going to go anywhere. To be polite I sat through the whole date. next time I won't..... but... will there be a next time? I fear I may give up this whole charade and actually ask Mum to fix me up with that divorced son of that friend of hers!
I am going on another first date at the end of September, I didnt meet him online, I was introduced to him by a mutual friend. Will it be better? Have to wait and see I guess.
Friday, 29 July 2011
single or attached
On one hand I love my independence and being alone, on the other hand I want to connect with that special someone and be special to someone. I wish I could make up my mind!!
A few years ago I decided that I was ready to head back into the murky depths of dating. I tried it the "new" way, I went online!
For me it was a whole new ballgame, dating that is, not just online dating. I got married at a very young age and I didnt have many boyfriends before I took the plunge. ok ok i married the first man i met really! anyway, after the extremely messy divorce it took me a while before I was ready to put myself out there again.
anyway....
The men were interesting, they were strange, they were fun, I was taken advantage of, I was made a fool of and I realised that I was extremely naive. I do have a decent amount of common sense so at least I didnt get physically threatened. My ego took a bashing occasionally, but that was all. I met some good men and I am still friends with them now. I also found someone I really really liked, alas he wasnt ready for a relationship. So now its back to the drawing board. Do I go back online, and go through that whole rigmarole of posting a profile, going out on a dozen one date wonders before I actually meet one decent man? Maybe then I can blog all about the pitfalls of dating .......
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Is it time to quit Facebook
I have deactivated it twice, both times because I got "friends" i didn't think were friends but accepted their friend requests, and now don't know how to delete them without feeling like a horrible person.
I joined Facebook to stay connected to close friends and family but its gotten out of hand. Its become too intrusive in a way. Why do I need to know where you are 24 hours a day? Why do I need to know what you do every waking minute of every day. I am still undecided on what to do. I will be having a bit of fun on it though. I intend to be as annoying as possible on it
I like it that I can post my pictures for friends and family to see what I have been up to and in turn can see what they have been up to. Perhaps its time to trim the fat, get rid of all those Quasi friends and act like its a problem with my facebook and I didnt actually delete them! hmmm
I kind of like this blog thing, keep writing and publish if you want to, and IF someone actually reads the ramblings, hopefully it will raise a chuckle or two or a slight shake of the head and they move on (hopefully)
I joined Facebook to stay connected to close friends and family but its gotten out of hand. Its become too intrusive in a way. Why do I need to know where you are 24 hours a day? Why do I need to know what you do every waking minute of every day. I am still undecided on what to do. I will be having a bit of fun on it though. I intend to be as annoying as possible on it
I like it that I can post my pictures for friends and family to see what I have been up to and in turn can see what they have been up to. Perhaps its time to trim the fat, get rid of all those Quasi friends and act like its a problem with my facebook and I didnt actually delete them! hmmm
I kind of like this blog thing, keep writing and publish if you want to, and IF someone actually reads the ramblings, hopefully it will raise a chuckle or two or a slight shake of the head and they move on (hopefully)
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Musings of a domestic goddess wannabe
Feminists around the world will cringe when they read this but I really love cooking and looking after the men in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I love working too, its like theres this split personality inside me, one that would give up working and just stay at home and cook & clean and achieve Domestic goddess status, and the other part where the buzz of the corporate world pushes me to climb the proverbial ladder. Right now domestic goddess is winning and corporate goddess is slacking ever so slightly.
Is there a balance? Has any woman actually achieved it really without some compromise somewhere?
A kitchen filled with tantalising aromas, the smell of freshly laundered sheets and towels , the squeaky clean floors and bathrooms, they all add up to give me this sense of accomplishment ! watching the son wolf down those fluffy muffins or the aromatic curry, makes me tingle with motherly pride and instinct!
Two weeks later, I can actually detest the smell of detergent or laundry and wish I had hired that woman to come clean the damn flat for me! And if I cooked another meal I would probably throw it at that ungrateful slob called the son!
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)