The Domestic Goddess Speaks

After rushing through The Other Bolynn Girl, The Forbidden Kingdom and a 3 hour KTV session with the baby sister, not to mention squeezing a shopping quickie of 15 mins on a Saturday, I’m so ready to be the domestic goddess on Sunday after having more than my fair share of fun.

Because I was 100% willing, the cleaning and neatening for the past 3 hours was not a chore at all. It was expectedly therapeutic, as I turned heartless and torn/threw away most of the things in sight in order to get rid of them at all. I was tired of being a hoarder, and the rainy days I was saving them for never seem to be coming.

While I have believed in the power of organised chaos for the entire of my youthful existence, I do wonder if it’s a sign of maturity or worse, aging, that I’m leaning more towards the ‘declutter to free the mind’ mantra now. Horrors. Then again, I’m by nature claustrophobic. I need my space, and it upsets me not being able to see the floor of my rooms and the table piled with goodness knows what.

Just a breather here before I’m off to tackle my pile of finances, to file, to read, to be reminded. And then there’s my study table, which I swear I might find some dead insects there later when I do major, major cleaning. It has happened before.

It feels good to be domestic and homely, at my own pace and leisure. The question is, can I do this on a permanent basis, regularly and necessarily forgoing all my concert evenings and theatre matinees? Bah.

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May we be idealistic about love without being pro-active? Must we sign up for match-making activities and really put ourselves out in the market? Have we come to that?!

I would like to live my life to the fullest with the people I’m closest to. Maybe they will get hitched themselves and leave me one by one, maybe we will cling on tightly to one another as life support, and so what. Making friends should come naturally and less induced by a even more artificial than usual environment. I think of it as growing together, growing independently, so that I may be ready for love when it so finds me. I hope my better half is not desperately seeking, such that he settles for rubbish and stops looking for me altogether. Well, I’m sure that could happen, but you know what they say about true love, it always comes back. I’m sorry I can’t make it easier for love (duh, the course of true love never did run smooth, ok) but it will be more rewarding this way.

还是那句话，本姑娘宁缺勿滥。

Everything Changes But You

The only addition was that he checked his phone more often, when he almost never did in the past. I can only guess. Be it the quiet enjoyment of each other’s presence, the gentle banter and teasing, his familiar soap scent, or my relief and tiredness after 8 full hours of chirpiness, everything else flowed as before. Seriously, is this worth it and can I give this up? Deputy Best Friend said I’m very brave to continue with this ‘friendship’ but is it not equally weird to go cold turkey when this has been an integral part of my life. Anyway, he never brings her up during conversations and discussions while I will just blithely mention some random guy that happened to feature in my story of the moment (as it’s mostly guys who are being amusingly ridiculous with the ‘duh’ factor).

We talked about Definitely, Maybe. The part on April being upset that he did not tell her of his new love, and for not letting her down gently, and not managing expectations. He said maybe the male lead was being selfish too, afraid of losing April, and hence the censorship and omission. I was beyond caring (worrying) about meta-speak by then. I’m just a very, very tired little girl who is so not ready for love. Who is just happy to watch her theatre productions, musicals, concerts with an attentive male escort.

Addendum: Somehow I always think differently when I look back on the yesterday. WTF just happened? Are we making it too easy? Anyway, We Will Rock You was a blast and hearing Queen again made me think passingly (passively) of someone else. I passed Mr Dimples my platinum collection, the one that I stopped listening to. We drove to my latest favourite restaurant, only to find it closed on a Sunday. So lunch was in a Hokkien restaurant a road across Far East Sqaure, and dinner, with him demanding to be a carnivore, was in the very much upmarketed Astons Prime in Joo Chiat that we have not tried before. His steak craving was definitely satiated as I gave him most of my Prime Rib too. If there's one thing company can't salvage, it's bad food and my Prime Rib sucks. You know, sometimes much as I hate to be a meanie, I'm forced to conclude Mr Dimples has general bad taste in everything :)