Doesn’t exist, as very rightly pointed out by a friend of mine.

But I have been chuckling at my idea of the perfect man. Or to be precise, the perfect man as envisioned by my 14 year old self.

It was during a Literature class that everyone was asked to grab a a piece of paper and write down all the attributes of the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend. Needless to say, my list filled up the whole page. Obviously, I can’t remember everything I wrote… but some do stick out in my head and made me realise how in some ways, I am still the same but in other ways, my tastes have refined… or I’ve at least realised how ridiculous some of the criteria were. Haha!

For example. 14 year old Nadia would only want a boyfriend with long, floppy hair. You know, the REALLY BAD longish hair which most boyband members of the day wouldn’t be caught dead without? Yea, that. Also, I only wanted a dark haired boy (infinitely easier in Singapore, no doubt… not so much here in Perth). Hair is no longer a criteria in my perfect man list – history will tell you that. Hahaha!

Teenage Nadia wanted a romantic, smooth talker. While I, like most girls, are vulnerable to romantic gestures, the older me is more cynical and realises that sometimes it’s just an act. If it comes too easily, it could mean that said suitor is a bit of a ladies’ man. It’s lovely to have someone I can banter cheekily with but I think it has to be nicely balanced with the ability to have decent conversations.

Another one on the list: he has to be a rugby player. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still like rugby so a rugby playing boyfriend would be nice because then I’d have someone who can explain all the rules to me… but it’s not a priority. (Also, yes, I am a big sucker for really nice shoulders and arms but I don’t have a preference for the overly muscular/broad physiques that are normally associated with rugby players).

I still would prefer a man who shares my interests… in particular, dancing. It would be fantastic to be with someone who I have a fantastic dance chemistry. Someone I can experiment and practise new moves with. Someone who will let me drag them out to socials or conversely, will get me off my lazy ass to a social for some exercise.

But that’s not the most important thing – I want a man who is secure in himself to not be jealous when I dance with other men. Salsa, Bachata and Zouk all have a potential to be sexy and intimate (some might even argue that they are prerequisites in the styles), so insecure boyfriends never last long on the scene. I need a man who realises that what happens on the dancefloor, stays on the dancefloor. At the end of the day, he’ll be the one I go home to.

Some things on that list are still the same. Older men are my kryptonite – till this day, I am hesitant about dating anyone younger than me. I don’t know, maybe it’s a psychological thing but I find older men tend to have a calming effect on me. Which I need.

A man who cooks and who will take care of me when I’m sick… also big plusses. A man who can massage as well – super big plus because god knows I need it with all the dancing I do! lol.

I could rattle on more about what I want in a perfect man, my brain could make justifications for each and every point… but at the end of the day, it’s the heart that decides, isn’t it? I’ve had relationships with men who, according to my list, aren’t perfect – but they made my heart sing with joy.

And really, that’s all that matters.

Urgh. Today is one of those days.

Woke up this morning still feeling sore from my weights session on Monday (which I doubt will stop me from trying to push myself later tonight). My knee also feels a little off today, despite skipping the Mustang.

Zoomed out the door to pick up my boss on the way to work. I’ve done it on a couple of occasions but couldn’t remember which street I was meant to turn into, so I plugged the address into my iPhone to see what Maps had to say. I thought I was having a really fuzzy morning because when I looked at the map, I couldn’t recognise any of the street names on the screen. I thought to myself, I can’t be THAT unfamiliar with East Perth, right? Zoomed out of the screen and realised that it had taken me to the same address… in New South Wales, -_-

Got to the office with little drama. Except when I bit into my Krispy Kreme donut without realising that it was a filled one. Of course, there were papers on my desk which I’ve since had to reprint and rewrite. Bah.

And that’s just the morning. I can’t wait to see what the rest of this day has in store for me… not.

(On the plus side, the cat polished off a can of food overnight, so I am feeling a little less worried about her. Let’s hope she keeps eating.)

Current Mood: One of those days…

It’s that time of the year again where my throat is sore and my voice goes all husky. Hurray me. -_-

And just my luck that I’ve run out of some good quality honey, so I am drowning myself in honey water made with supermarket honey. Sigh. That aside, I’m really hoping that I nip this in the bud over the next two weeks. I need to be better for D-Day!! Guess I’ll have to keep whacking the Ki and Vitamin C. Perhaps if I didn’t FORGET to bring it out with me today as well. Poo bananas.

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I restarted weights last night, much to Fatty’s amusement. She looked at me with a giant WTF expression on her face as I pushed myself to do my sets before busying herself with grooming.

I did my usual sets except I was naughty and skipped the triceps (because I HATE doing triceps OMG OWWNESS MAXIMUS).

My muscles are a little sore right now but I don’t have any sympathy for myself because it was self-inflicted. I probably should have used lighter weights… and I probably shouldn’t have stayed away from weights for so long in the first place! Bah.

But hopefully (and I know I’ve probably said this time and time again), I can make the habit stick. I miss having toned shoulders.

Alright, enough whining. Time to zone out and watch the hours go by… till dance o’clock! Maybe.

Current Mood: Zzzz

I’ve been feeling pretty negative lately. I really need to banish the negatives because, really, they make up but a minute part of my life. But I guess that’s just the way it always goes – you can have a million things to be thankful for (and I know I do) yet the little black marks are the ones which always stick out and plague your mind. Enough of them black marks – let’s make it all sunshine and rainbows from now on.

I’m nervous as hell about an upcoming event. I won’t say much about it, except that it will be absolutely huge on a few different levels. I don’t know what to expect so I’m going to just prepare myself as much as I possibly can so that I’m covered on all bases.

I’ve also been a bit bothered by… erm… guacamole. Yes, that’s a code name. There’s actually another code name that me and the girlies use but I think it would be too obvious if I used it here. So guacamole, it is. Actually, let’s just shorten it to Guac. Yea.

Anyway. Guac’s been pretty persistent off late so I’ve been laying low. It hasn’t been too hard because I’ve been busy catching up with a few other people but I am keeping an eye on the situation because I don’t need anymore guy problems, thank you very much.

I’m quite enjoying my freedom, although I will admit that it would have been nice to have someone to share my Sydney adventures with. But meh, I had too much fun galivanting through Surry Hills to be down about it!

And I really enjoyed just doing as I pleased this weekend. I had a good fill of dancing. Yummy food. Spontaneous catch ups. Much needed comic relief. And some good old-fashioned chatter. It makes me wonder how I spent six years focusing my weekend on someone else.

Now to count the days till… D-Day. Eep.

Current Mood: Zzzz

I thought I’d get this out of the way first. Leave the best for last (or in this case, later), as you would say.

As much as I enjoyed the bachata festival… it was really hard because there was a different picture in my head of what it would be like. I loved that I got to see Domenic Marte perform live – it’s just that the one person I wanted to dance with to his songs…. wasn’t there.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of him everyday. I do. It doesn’t hurt as much as before because I’ve mostly buried things… but it’s still there.

Okay, enough.

Goodness. Has it really been more than a fortnight since I last blogged?

I guess it’s just as well that I decided to stay in tonight. It feels weird being at home on a dancing night but I think I really needed the break tonight.

I’ve been abusing my poor body. Not been taking my vitamins, been dancing a lot and not stretching enough, not getting enough sleep and I probably could eat better than I currently am. Oops. So much for losing some weight before the bachata festival. (Although that said, someone did comment about me looking super fit the other day… haha)

Which I am quite excited about. Bachata bimbo can’t wait to attend workshops, especially the one by these two. I’m really excited actually – if not for that video, I would not have been drawn into bachata and I would not have become the addict that I am today.

I’m also looking forward to galivanting around Sydney… even if it is only for a day. I’m already making my head explode from trying to figure out how to fit everything in, time-wise and, yep, belly-wise. Are we even surprised about the latter?

Current Sydney Hit List:

• Tiger pie
• Bourke Street Bakery
• Zumbo at The Star
• Haighs
• Victoria’s Basement in QVB
• Mamak (maybe. I’ve heard horrible things about how busy it gets there)

I don’t think it’s so much the number of places that’s the issue – it’s more the fact that they’re all scattered around, meaning I will be doing lots of power walking. Which is probably for the best anyway seeing how much I’ll be munching. lol.

Aside from getting myself all excited about my upcoming trip, I’ve been busy with a few other things. I have been doing some writing. Just not on here. I did write this article for Perth Salsa Scene about what one needs to know about doing private lessons tho… and I’m planning to write another article soon.

I’ve also been doing more socialising. Been having lots of good chats and laughs. And hoping to have more, especially after the pleasant surprise I received on Tuesday. And yes, I’m choosing to remain cryptic about that…

So that’s been me. How have you been?

And yes, I promise a meatier post for next time…

Lately, I can’t help but feel that people are underestimating me. I may often play the bimbo card but there actually is a brain (a tiny one, but one nonetheless, which is more than I can say for some other people) working hard in the background, constantly analysing and processing information.

Seriously.

I KNEW apples were a bad idea. I KNEW the muesli bars, being more filling, would have been a popular choice. And the fact that they have a longer shelf-life means that even if they don’t all get eaten, they can be stored for infinitely longer than untouched apples. Hmmph.

Of course I know kacang’s many flaws. I’m acutely aware of them. They’re not excusable but I do understand (or at least try to) the trigger behind them as well, which is why I try not to judge the person he is based on it. So no, I’m not blind, I’m not naive. I’m just stupidly devoted despite what I know and what I believe (and no, I don’t believe he’s perfect, in fact, I think he has a lot to answer for).

And of course I know that there’s no pleasing some people. That some people are just grabbing at the most brittle straws in order to vent their insecurities. Any excuse will do, as they say.

So yea. I am not naive, damnit.

Current Mood: Fuming

I’m so glad I went out to the Mustang. I had a few really awesome dances, my cubby was there (SNEAKY)… but I think the stand out moment of the night alone was worth the trip.

So I was dancing with Mr Jiggle (aka Dave the resident jester of the salsa dancefloor, who has provided me with one too many debilitating gigglethons on the dancefloor) when he put me into a low dip. Which of course had me going… WHEEEEEEEEEEEE (because we all know what a dipwhore I am).

But then he kept me dipped for a really long time. Which usually means that there’s a camera about because he loves dipping for the camera. I looked around to try and find a paparazzo but couldn’t spot anyone. Confuzzled, I asked Dave, while still in my dip over his knee, why I’m staying down for so long.

“My leg’s itchy, I need to scratch it”

-_-’

Yea I know, a very trivial tale. But picture me rolling my eyes while I am bent backwards over his knee, waiting for him to finish scratching his leg. So not the image of salsa dancing you had in mind, right?

(Thinking about it now, there must be some level of trust between us if I could let him keep me in that position and if he could trust me to not put too much weight on him during that length of time… )

Also, you know you’re good friends with a salsero when they call you over to share the scarce spot of aircon in the hot and sweaty Mustang. Heh.

Current Mood: Bouncy