Sunday, July 31, 2005

Well-behaved women never succeed.

Just caught an episode of Oprah featuring Maria Shriver (she's Arnie's wife). My favourite bit of the show was when she said "well behaved women never succeed." Well said!! If she's right, I'll be successful and, hopefully, rich and influential when I'm 30? That's 5 years away.

As a Goddess, I don't see myself bound by the constraints of this society, or of my race. But I'm wondering how many seemingly liberated Indian women in Singapore find themselves unwillingly constrained by the rules our race imposes on us.

So many of us seem domesticated and unwilling to challenge the ideals imposed on us. Many times, I've heard many of my indian female acquaintances questioning something I said, did or thought. The point of reference is always, your father would never agree to that. Yes, he wouldn't. If he did, he'd have done it. The point is, I'm doing it, its what I want to do and I''ll be the only one that will reap whatever the results of my act, thought or words.

Some of these acquiantances are seemingly liberated women. I say seemingly, because they still perceive themselves as obligated to play by the rules of the Indian community in Singapore. Many have great careers, good education and even have a gutsy attitude. But not a single one of them has ever looked at the ideals imposed on them and tried to break out of it or question the source of these ideals.

Of course, there is always advice to be had from the older generations. But that is all it is; Advice. We have the option to listen to it and take heed or take a different route. It does not mean we disrespect our elders. It just means on that point we disagree. Its amazing how our elders expect us to take their words as the final decision on any and all matters. Its more amazing how many Indian women are willing to accept such advice as the final decision and feel obligated to follow.

Then there are Indian men who think they rule the lives of Indian women. For some reason, most Indian men in Singapore think they know much more than the average Indian women. The audacity of some of these men. Take yours truly. I know I'm smarter than most of the Indian men I know. And yet, 99% of these men try to explain things to me and attempt to impose their "superior intellect" on me. Please, I'm not an idiot. And for heaven's sake, if you want to show off how smart you are, make sure you know what you're talking about. Don't try to explain the basics of something that I know more about than you.

What makes the situation even worse is those Indian women who call themselves liberated, but then say, yes I am acting against the cultural norm. Why, why on god's green earth, would you want to identify yourself as a rebel? You acknowledge there is a cultural norm that you should follow. That doesn't show liberation. It just shows a woman with no clear sense of identity.

Indian women in Singapore should identify their own values, their own goals, their own ideals.

Its a worrying trend. And the only way out is for us to live by the rules that we create. Men are our playthings, they need us, and when we change the rules, they will follow.

Lonely... I have nobody to call my own...

Even Goddesses feel the pangs of sadness ...

I just went out, had a blast and thought it was a great day to be alive... yes, I actually thought today, i'll snap out of my depressive state. Then I stepped into my room... There is literally noone for me to call to share my joy with.

Yes I have friends.. tons and tons of friends. But I don't have that one person that will always be there for me, thru thick and thin, good times and bad. I wanted to pick up the phone, call him and tell him about my day. But who's him? There's no image in my head, no face to focus on. Just a black emptiness... there isn't even a fuzzy image that needs to be focused.

And that made me feel really alone. That I have so much joy to share and noone to share it with. That I want to cry and have noone to console me. That I want to be sweet and vunerable but have noone to appreciate it.

My room's become my prison. In here, I lock myself up, willingly imprisoning myself within four walls that hold no more meaning for me. It isn't a private space which held my treasures. Its just a room now. My bed, its just a bed. I don't dream the romantic dreams I used to dream. I don't go to sleep thinking abt a special person. When I wake up, the first thing on my mind is facing yet another dreary day.

Don't misunderstand. I'm a goddess and living is a right, not just a gift. And I live each day. I make my own rules and break them. I make my own choices. I enjoy every moment I spend alive. Its just those moments when I realise, with all the happiness I have, there is noone I can share my happiness with.

A friend once told me that I should treasure each day and live for myself. And I do. I'll do anything to make sure I'm always happy and contented.

Yes, I'm a goddess... and men are our playthings... perhaps I just need a new toy?

Monday, July 25, 2005

Even goddesses need someone to lean on

Fine, I'm not that strong. I'm a goddess, I'm all-powerful. I'm a bitch and proud of it. And yet, I feel helpless.

For once, just once, I want someone to take care of me and do everything for me. Let someone else handle my worries, my problems, everything. I want to have a moment to just let everything go.

All I really want: a cold, dark rainy evening, a bottle of champagne and a god (indian, italian, or greek).

What am I saying?! I don't want a relationship. I don't want someone to bugger me every waking moment and calling me to mother him. I want someone that will leave me alone and only be there when I summon him. Sigh, I need a slave. A slave who's a god. Any takers?

My Immortal

i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone

these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

you used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now i'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
and though you're still with me
i've been alone all along

Saturday, July 23, 2005

I'm a bitch

Bitchiness.... thankfully only women can be bitches. Men, sigh, they'd make a mockery of themselves if they tried.

What's a bitch? I personally do not think that bitches are all bad. In fact, I take it as a compliment. There are women that spoil the term and give it a bad name.

These "bad" women are the nasty, evil-eyed, green-eyed monsters that go out of their way to wreck other people's lives.

Then there are bitches; so labelled because we've reached further and climbed higher than most men and women thru sheer guts, will and determination. We are not mean. We are not evil or nasty. We don't play games. We work hard and are no-nonsense girls.

I'm a bitch. So I've been told. But yet, it came as a compliment. I've never denied what I am. I'm a bitch and proud of it. I'm gutsy, I don't take nonsense from anyone and I don't play games.

But then, I suppose, even a bitch needs that shoulder to lean on. That one, very special, male that is man enough to love her, cherish her and support her. He'd be the only person in the world who'd see her softer side, who'd ever see her cry.

My favourite song: I'm a bitch, Meredith Brooks

I hate the world today
You're so good to me, I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet

Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused, I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,
I'm a child, I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed.
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Distrust...

Basic Premises first

  1. I do not trust anyone.
  2. If at all, it takes me forever to trust someone.
  3. If I do trust you, I trust you completely.
  4. If you betray my trust, you'll never win it back.

Now that we've got that out of the way, I'm faced with the hurdle that has always stoppped me from doing this bloggy thing; what shall I say, what shall I write.

Am I really adding to the already cluttered expanse? Is it really necessary that I tell the whole world how I feel, what I do, why I do what I do, how I do what I do and so on....

Ok, let's work on the right now. Right now, I'm feeling ever so low. Someone reminded me of something that made me regret alot of things the past two weeks. I wonder, if I propel myself to the end of the year, will my life be the way I want it to be? Will I still be updating this blog? Will you have something else to do besides reading about what goddesses do?

Oh, did I fail to mention, I am a goddess. Every woman is. We are the sacred feminine. Yup, that's about the only reason I liked that book.

As for me, I'm a goddess. I'm on my knees because I've realised unbridled power, wealth and status (perfection) scares off many the uninitiated male. Being on my knees gives these weak little things a very false sense of security. Don't they realise that being on my knees doesn't mean I'm no longer perfect. Of course I still am. And more than that, I can now pretend to be the bimbo that will lull them in and then in a heartbeat, crush their hearts..... and their egos.

Like I said, distrust......