Lingering thoughts of a Goddess, domesticated.

Cold approaches.

domesticatedgoddess — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 03:22:23 +0000

I was feeling a little nostalgic, so I’ve reread some previous posts and looked through my drafts. Amongst my rubbish rants, I found a little gem of a paragraph about my thoughts on men. At the time of writing, I had some very dubious men try to pick me up at random places (i.e. library, train station, street..) Funnily enough, I’m back here, having recently experienced a similar encounter, so to refresh myself of a more logical mind -

I admire men who have the guts to approach women they’ve never met before and express direct interest in getting to know them better. I do not admire men who are verbally pushy or manipulative, overtly sexual in their advances, dominate the conversation with how awesome they perceive themselves to be and/or act like they know what you think, feel and want. Especially if that man is older than your father. Unfortunately, men who actually have the guts, more often than not, are extremely thick-skinned and possess one or a combination of those aforementioned traits.

It was the first time I had the balls to not give out my number but ask for the guy’s without any promises to contact him. I know it’s second nature to some, and others would just flat out refuse, but I’ve always felt there was no harm in giving seemingly brave, well-meaning guys a chance. Hell, it also gives me a chance. Or so I thought.

That was more than half a year ago. I find it amusing that, only my most recent experience, last week actually, has gone the furtherest: a first date. By “date” I mean a getting-to-know-you chat over a drink. And to be honest, I had really been impressed with his approach – no PUA antics, no sleaziness, just straight conversation with the intention to continue talking at a later time. It almost felt like I was shootin’ the breeze with an old friend in terms of comfort level.

Doubt I’d want to see him again, though. I’m stuck in the middle, having issues with both commitment and non-commitment. Curiousity usually gets the better of me.. I like to think of strangers as friends you haven’t had the chance to meet, obviously not having had the stranger danger awareness of most people instilled in me. But I’d also like to think I can suss out a person’s trustworthiness upon initial meeting. So far, so good. Will I keep playing with fire? We’ll see.

I guess you could say in terms of attracting my attention, it’s –

Easy to get. Hard to keep.

Accountability.

domesticatedgoddess — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:06:30 +0000

I realise I have none.

First up, though, MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Though most people reckon Christmas is this over-commercialised event, it’s still the perfect excuse to get together with people you love, contact those far away to let them know you’re still thinking of them and wish everyone whether you know them or not the very best for the year ahead.

Unfortunately, but not unpredictably, this has become a blog, neglected. I have 5 half-arsed drafts waiting for some effort to be put into so they can be published. Thoughts, broken as more and more strands of life’s moments flood and confuse my simple mind.

If someone can physically hold me accountable in updating my blog, say, once a week, I have a higher chance of actually doing it. (This is so I can shift blame again for my own shortcomings.) After all –

No expectations, no drive.

Blame.

domesticatedgoddess — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 05:59:47 +0000

Avoidance. Impatience. Parents.

- Me.

Shift.

Tact.

domesticatedgoddess — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 13:06:04 +0000

However much of it I used to have seems to be eluding me lately. I don’t know if it’s because with age, I think it’s okay to skirt on the edges of being socially appropriate or I just don’t care and am becoming more self-centred. Here’s what happened tonight, I’ll let you decide.

I had to get a taxi home from the station, as my mother was playing cards and was extremely hesitant about picking me up. Fair enough. Relieved at finally finding one, the only one around, I hopped in. The driver was bald and burly. No issue with that. He was also on the phone, whilst driving and receiving directions from me. Issue there. I’m in his taxi, being his client and I deserve to feel safe and be respected by him. When he hung up, he told me he forgot to put the meter on and asked if it was ok if he’ll just add a couple of dollars on. I half shrugged and smiled. He went on to explain that that was what happens when he’s had a really long and exhausting day. As soon as the words “oh, not because you were too busy on your phone?” came out, I realised I would’ve been much better off keeping my trap shut. Unfortunately, it had a mind of its own. It went on, “it’s how you make a couple of extra dollars, right?” It was meant to be a joke, but I don’t think it came across that way. He became pretty worked up, repetitively asking “what is that supposed to mean, huh?” The sight of him (becoming balder and burlier by the second) anger simmering, just waiting to be provoked to boiling point, my sanity returned. I immediately apologised for my terrible sense of humour. Terrible, I dejectedly told him, at the best of times, so that he may forgive my insolence.

Whatever he does or says, at the end of the day, he’s still the person driving me back home. Which means he’ll know where I live. To ensure he wouldn’t come after me (I know, my imagination ran wild during the silence) I sweet talked him before getting off. Longest 8 minute drive ever. He wasn’t such a bad guy, just needed to hear what he wanted to.. probably has a subservient wife. Sigh.

Oh Tact, Tact, wherefore art thou Tact?

The little things.

domesticatedgoddess — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 12:15:15 +0000

After a most exhausting day recently, I went to Woolies to buy some refreshments. As I was examining the actual vitamin content of vitamin water, a well-built man pushing an empty stroller tried to get past between me and a pillar. Awkwardly, I stood there, trying in vain to contract myself toward the bottles and mustering out an “oh, sorry!” Instead of an expected gruff reply of “it’s ok”, I saw a wry grin which cheerily told me “don’t worry, it’s not you, I just can’t drive properly.”

I giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. And then giggled some more. I bumped into him again the next aisle and had to run away giggling to prevent death by convulsions of laughter.

Much silliness, but it made my day. If only more men could take a light-hearted approach to their (in)competence, the world would be a better place. When it comes to egos -

Size does matter.

The Taming of the Male Shrew.

domesticatedgoddess — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 10:20:58 +0000

Now, why didn’t Shakespeare write that instead?

But the question has to be asked, is it easier to “tame” the bad boy or instil an element of danger into the “nice guy”? Is it even possible? It’s no secret girls like to be swept off their feet every now and then, so why can’t they have the best of both worlds?

I’ll give my opinion in my next post, as I really want to know what you think.

My mother always told me that when it came to guys -

要拿得起，放得下。

Stretching limits.

domesticatedgoddess — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:20:31 +0000

I want to be able to do the side splits again. I’ve been saying that since I stopped being able to do it around the middle of high school. This is why I’m publicly committing myself to it – I’m giving myself ’til the end of this year to close the 20cm which I’m currently off by – and you, yes YOU, dedicated reader of my sporadic posts, or sporadic reader of my not-so-dedicated posts, have the privilege of holding me accountable. Funny thing is, I can still practically do the front splits, though I never quite understood why it’s so much easier. So if all else fails, I’ll try to impress you with that.

Dancing requires a lot of flexibility and even though I consider myself quite flexible (limbo challenge, anyone? ) I still feel somewhat rigid when I’m dancing. And I also stink at choreography. The great thing about salsa is that, as a girl, you just have to know how to follow.

FIESTA soon!

Double-edged sword.

domesticatedgoddess — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:59:38 +0000

The more you have,
the more you have to be willing to lose.

Food, Glorious Food.

domesticatedgoddess — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 13:58:00 +0000

I’ve been harbouring a severe craving for Billy Kwong’s Crispy Skin Duck with Organic Mandarin for quite a while now. I haven’t been there in a year or two and I miss its dire waiting times, uncomfortable seating arrangements and overpriced food. There’s something oddly appealing about the need to squint to read the funky handwritten menu in the barely lit restaurant which conveniently passes off as “ambience”. Service, as I remember, is proficient, but without the homely warmth I would have expected from such a cosy place. The ability not to fall off the tiny three legged stool is also required. Ha..

But the duck.. OH! THE DUCK! *longing sigh* Perfectly crispy, of course, with its meat ever so juicy and succulent, coupled with the mandarins which gives the dish just the right amount of tang. We almost wanted to order plain rice, just so we could soak up all of the condiments, but we ended up just lavishing each mouth-watering bite with spoonfuls of the heavenly, tastebud-tingling dressing. I can still imagine the taste even after this long.. and I’m actually salivating as I type this.. mm!

Anyway, moving on to food I’ve eaten more recently. My beloved took me out to Medusa Greek Taverna (and AVENUE Q!) for an extremely early birthday present a while back. Best Greek food I’ve ever had. Ok, so I’ve probably only had proper Greek food once before that, still, it has propelled my appreciation of the cuisine, exponentially. We had the mezze platter – can’t go wrong, especially for indecisive, noob foodies! Definitely exceeded my expectations and has my highest recommendation. With wine flowing and top-notch personalised service, it was a pity we had to rush off, so not to miss Avenue Q (which was the most delightful theatre production, that left us singing all the way back). We also didn’t get a chance to have dessert, both our eyes were on their “Medusa”, a specialty. But that’s what next time’s for, right?

I then took her out to celebrate at one of my favourite French and Mediterranean restaurants, Aperitif – the art of sharing. 4 half glasses of two reds and two whites, hors d’oeuvre, various small plates, vanilla and pistachio crème brulées later, I can still say this place is a total gem (she thinks so too!) They also get bonus points for having fully automated restrooms.

I really need to learn how to take proper photos of food (or just photos in general, really). I’m sure it’ll be more entertaining to see what I’m actually salivating over.

On top of fine dining and randomly eating out, I’m now being overfed at work -

Have some roast duck, I bought it this morning!

My client who owns a restaurant gave me a huge bowlful of his special rice noodles, help yourself.

My mother made these scones,
you must try a few.

With summer around the corner, I need (and want) to dance 24/7 to keep up with my food intake. But what can I say -

I live to eat!

Perseverance.

domesticatedgoddess — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 10:34:58 +0000

Good things comes to those who want it badly enough.