We have all been through the horrors of relationships, dating the not so right man. However its lessons in life that I have learnt, experiencing painful past relationships, what to avoid and what to change in me.
I have been focusing on my holistic healings and now proud as can be my aunt was interviewed for an article in the local papers.
I wouldn’t say all men are jerks, but there are some good and bad, same goes to women – so it’s an equal sex argument.
Although I have been through my DNA Healings, I hope that I will be able to meet a true man that’s fated to be with me. Having all the qualities that I wish he’d have. Sometime its also good to see through a bad person, I am sure he has good values left in him. No…that does not mean I am going to date a convict but we are never perfect in ways. Wanting to be perfect with my Prince would be a positive journey that lies ahead.
Geez I have abandoned my blog for weeks – work beckons and brain dead tired after 12 hours – its time to reignite my writing thoughts again.
Would I fall in love in Rome?
What’s not to judge a book by its cover? Isn’t everything out there all about the packaging?
Would men fall for the dainty prissy kinda girl, who’s hair is forever neatly tied in a ponytail with a little twirl at the roots? Dressed in a Little Bo Beep kinda manner. Or would he prefer the Lara Croft sexy bombshell in shorts that are short enough to pass off as denim panties? Hair with a just wake up look? Then the female – let me be practical – doesn’t matter if he looks like Bugs Bunny as long as he’s got the cash – that’s not being materialistic but realistic.
If you read chick flick books and watch those kinda fuss free fictional movies, both male and female always look good – they compliment each other don’t they. But in reality – how many couples are seen out there who are perfectly matched?
As for me – yes I do care about the looks – that secured looking face look and non ah pek kind – for those who are not entirely Asian readers, Ah Pek according to the Singlish Dictionary – he is referred to a man who is an old fashion uncle ( my summarized meaning ). Ok so I want a Richard Gere in bermudas with a white t-shirt. I know that’s a tough one for The Universe to grant me with.
BUT during my Healing Session – he does resemble a little of A Richard Gere…HAHA!!
This blog somehow was inspired by my 2 schoolmates, 1 I have known for about 27 years now and the other for 21 years. We came about having the conversation about Plastic Surgery as my cousin altered her natural beauty and now looks like those Korean Drama girls – we Asians (most of us actually ) have the basic features of single eyelids and a flat nose. So when vanity rules – poor babies had their nose pinched to raise the *bridge* – so I suppose plastic surgery for babies when they were born are forbidden. Seriously – its not working out – I don’t have a flat nose neither a high bridge. but I have embraced my blessed looks of looking somewhat Pan Asian in ways – laugh all you want but in every single Asian country – I am known as the nationality and never Chinese ( hence my Asian Cindy ). Back to the story – we said damn the husband better know how she used to look otherwise when the baby comes out and doesn’t look that porcelained ( perfect sharp features and breakable too ) – he better not divorce her!!
Did you read about this?
Its been about 2 months since I last blogged. Things haven’t been going well as I thought it would in my career and of course leading to finding my Prince ( now KING ) Charming.
Its been great having to contribute my time at the temple since my Dharma father was back early June, cooked an Indian feast for both dinner and breakfast. Did all my spiritual healing and realized to WHY AM I NOT having a long line of dates…
Turning heads occasionally BUT no man dares to even approach me…I wonder if my imaginary eye is growing somewhere on my forehead that I am not aware of it. So I was told that I was lack of the female pheromones – I need that to enhance and speed up the process of my KING CHARMING appearing before me.
Being back in Kuala Lumpur was certainly a warmer feeling – as it is where I call it my home. However I felt something was missing in my life…my freedom was left behind in Phnom Penh. Focusing and emanating my intentions of going back – I felt the need to communicate more with The Universe. That’s why during my last healing meditation I had such clear visions of what I wanted and know I will be blessed with a good honest job and my wedding gown will be just the way I saw it…its Gold and Champagne…and my train will be a romantically long one, the Gold Flowers are appliqués to my Champagne based dress – it would out shine Kate Middleton’s one because I am designing it.
Great – its tad too early for me to hit the sack so dreaming this would be about 2 hours from now. Hey there’s no harm for looney me to hallucinate my perfect life?
I have placed the chopping board back, washed the knives and fine tune tonight’s dining…what more can this Asian Cindy not do? Water the plants in my crazy garden of flowers.
As I was doing my weekly ironing on the eve of Labour Day – thoughts of wanting to head to Elephant Bar at 5pm hit me again ( I am hooked on their Happy Hour Cocktails ) however my friend gave me a long distance call to check on me.
So what are you doing he asked…I replied well I am doing my ironing…and don’t you dare laugh at me. Why I said that its because, living in Asia, we have the luxury of hiring maids or cleaners for a decent price. Back to the conversation he said yeah its good to iron your clothes because its good training to iron your future husband’s clothes.. yes I agreed… and replied every time I iron my clothes, ironically I constantly remind myself that and that’s why I do my ironing with full passion – takes me 1 hour to iron my week’s laundry – that includes my all my casual care bear t-shirts.
Then the serious conversation was said…well men want a wife with 3 things…she’s a maid ( does all the washing and cleaning and ironing ) she cooks – that includes desserts after a meal and last but not least she has to be damn good in bed and constantly too because if she’s sooooo good in bed the husband will not have a reason to go look another woman to have better sex with.
What was my answer…I fit the bill…so why am I still single again?? Yes I can cook both chinese and western dishes ( seriously cooking needs intuition and passion for taste ) and as my aunt told me OMG you are such a maid and the last one…too much explicit information – only the ones I had sex with will be able to judge me in bed and give me a rating ( if only I had room for improvement )
Oh well, perhaps my fate has yet to be blessed from God…my frog has yet to learn how to knock my door.
WESTERN VERSUS CHINESE
Yay! Its finally done
Challenge has been completed and I could have never ever done it with the dear help of Damyanti Gosh
Should I ever become a writer – if that ever happens – I shall dedicate to the first person YOU my dear Dee…
So now back to my men women and relationships blogging life.
The Grand Finale of A to Z Challenge
It has been a long alphabetical post – it has taught me to
1) Make new blog friends ( I have to visit all your blogs frequently – and I will )
2) Comment on other bloggers post ( I will now have more time to read, like and comment )
3) Instil the discipline of blogging – regardless of how lazy the fingers and mind can be
4) Preplanning ahead what to blog – its like writing a story – in my case ideas for a story or a story that sends one to Laughingville
So today the Grand Finale Alphabet – the Letter Z(ee) or Z(at)
I had 3 words to use Zappy ( it means Full of Energy ) Zealous ( it means Inspired ) Zany ( it means ludicrous or buffoonish character in the old comedies )
What does this last blog mean…??
May the fairy of all God mothers please bless me with a man who is full of energy – positive vibes and is always on the go kind and must please oh must be good in bed for if I am going to be in a monogamous relationship and if I am going to marry this man – please let him be my only Sexy God…
Zealous – he is an inspiring man who wants me to be the better person, now changing to someone I am not, wasn’t what I had in mind, but he inspires me to change my bad habits and tempers, be more patient and open hearted…
Lastly he is a buffoon to my eyes, come one – you never dated a man who was that goofy kind of lover to you? I had him, the things he’d crack me rolling my eyes and says the earnest things.
No matter how serious he is at work, or he complains till the cows come home, I still find him super sexy and cute with this character. Shake his ass after sex… ( ok too much information ) well lets just say – A man who wears a suit, has his soft spots and is darn sexy too. He may not have a million dollars ( though yeah it matters now when the economic is not that good and cash is king ) but if he has an attitude that wants to make millions – I was talking about an achievable mindset not those who think and dream of MONEY but not thinking of ways to get it. Funny and Inspiring and also give me the sense of security – and goes down on bended knee ( with my 5-carat diamond ring ) I’d most likely to say yes by 60% – the other 40% has to do with my judgement and well what my heart says versus the practicality of my man.
So May the Haunt for my Frog Prince continues…and like I told my friend… I am hoping that the frog knows how to Leap/Jump to the second floor…and since its the Rainy Season…there are more tadpoles made and frogs mating… or perhaps moving to the Riverside would be a better choice…
Defining Yummy Daddy – A sole breadwinner who loves his family, is vain to an extend of always maintaining his good looks ( body and face ), a man who loves his social life ( attending events, product launches, parties with the friends ) and has his glitzy wife in hand.
Somewhat impossible for the reality checks of life, however it you get this amongst the A list celebrities. The kind of David Beckham would portray.
But my definition of a Yummy Daddy – slightly rounder – I cannot take the beefed up body kind – last time I dated a guy who is so proud of his body, I almost wanted to give him a full length mirror and tell him to go stare at it long enough for the mirror to crack and shatter. Smart and intellectual kind of face, wears glasses ( because he would be able to see me clearer ). Preferably like Bruce Willis ( he’s getting more yummier now ), Harrison Ford, George Clooney and Richard Gere. If the list goes on, the only thing I will be getting for my birthday this year would be paper mache and a 20 tank of water to be able to go mix the face and body of my own version of a Yummy Daddy.
He makes me melt to bits just by just one glance ( however I seem to be quite critical at times so that its impossible to happen ). I will just have to grow with how he looks like. I had a yummy daddy kinda man before, so I am con-tempted that I have indeed been out with that kinda person. Who knows what kind of men there are out there for me…The grunge looking Spanish Dude? I think he’s too young and dirty looking…not my kind… Everyday I tell myself stop expecting some miracle to happen – not entirely but someone decent looking and has a good background and not running away from some bankruptcy legal suit or some convict. Perhaps I should move out of this Asian Country and on to the next one or maybe go home?
I have to admit – the X – rated men are eithr porn stars or too good to be true when it comes to reality.
My days of dating men, having flings and affairs have finally come to an end, the fun days are just too tiring. Getting my heart broken; just too much of engery drained and healings to cure my heart. Those days are gone.
Time to settle for just 1 man who believes in monogamy and is faithful and of course it would be great if he is slightly X-rated. Then there’s fun to it our life till we grow old together. Its not rocket science to be X-rated but atleast he will be willing to enjoy and embark being my porn star.