Chick wisdom and witticism
Climbing the ladder in high heels, revelling in life’s many obstacle courses. Finding, keeping and losing love, then bouncing back, and always playing to win. In high heels. I am a woman.
Robelen Bajar: Chick wisdom and witticism
Where for art thou?
When I was a little girl
I was like every child
Vulnerable to juvenile illnesses
Thank heavens for vaccines.
In my teens, I discovered the warmth of a tender kiss
Thank heavens for puberty.
As a young woman, I discovered myself
I love ...<< MORE >>
Break it to me gently
One of my favourite Sex And The City episodes is when Carrie discovers she’d been dumped by her writer-boyfriend Burger on a post-it note - the morning after he apologised for being a tool, carnation in hand, and stayed over for make-up sex. And just the other day, I listened to Angela Bofill plead “break it to me gently, at least leave me with my pride.” It played on the radio.<< MORE >>
It takes three to tango
I never really understood what it meant. Then I came across an article recently that challenged the traditional views we hold so dearly about love relationships such as: its unquestionable structure consisting of one man and one woman (although same sex relationships is now also common), that commitment ultimately means one person should not seek out sex outside the relationship
And it made me think. Well, perhaps the writer has a point. << MORE >>
The end... virtually
When it comes to making and ending love, I like it the old-fashioned way. Today's technology however is changing the way we connect (or disconnect). Within seconds, a heart is broken with a click of a mouse. Despite the many gadgets that allow us to communicate 24/7, it seems we've forgotten how to connect. It has, however, made things easier to disconnect. << MORE >>
Bag your man before 30 or face a manless life
Bernard Salt has a lot to answer for. He is spreading rumours that scare the wits out of 30-something single gals: apparently, there is a Great Aussie Man Drought. This man famine would have smart, successful, single women in the prime of their life fight for whatever scraps of single men remain. According to Salt’s distressing stats, by the time a woman has the means to strut a pair of Jimmy Choos without maxing out her credit, all hopes of finding the elusive Mr. Right are blown away like long, messy hair on a windy day...<< MORE >>
When words fail, I dance.
I feel a powerful force that wish to be liberated. To be expressed. To come into life. And I want to know how. More importantly, I want to know what this “force” is. For it drains me to the core that I am weakened by its imprisonment. Physically, I am well but my soul cries out for a voice. Perhaps I do not allow myself to listen. I fear what it may reveal.
On one hand, I wish it to materialise so I may hold it in my hand and release it as one would a butterfly ...<< MORE >>
My lover, my friend.
“Friends are friends, pals are pals and buddies sleep together.” An unknown person, perhaps of questionable moral standards to the hypocrites and closet-kittens within and among us, proliferated this time-honoured adage. And we’re not talking about an alcohol-induced momentary lapse of concentration. Oh no! We’re talking about a “booty call” or a “friends with benefits” arrangement – an agreement between friends to have sex, when nature calls, without the drama of a romantic relationship. This is an agreement of carnal convenience that promises uninhibited, great sex minus the trappings and emotional rollercoaster ride of a high maintenance ...<< MORE >>
How do you like your eggs?
Fried? Poached? Scrambled? Sorry. Fertile is not on the breakfast menu. My friend, Mary, is feeling clucky. So is my next door neighbor. The women at work. My High school friends. Even the cat next door. In fact, most women I know are starting to feel, or rather hear, the audible sound of their biological clocks ticking as loud as the deafening sound of Krakatoa. It seems the rest of Australia and the world’s not-old-not-young Gen-Xers in high heels (and trainers) are popping out Generation C left, right and centre. ...<< MORE >>
My life's most defining moment was...
Eight years ago. The time was 7.13pm. Saturday. In the middle of an oppressive Queensland summer. Heat radiating from the red hot coals before me. Two hundred pairs of eyes looking on. I was going to walk on fire! In the name of personal development.Thoughts of third degree burns, permanent scarring, disfigurement, burnt limbs, passing out and falling onto burning hot coals raced through my mind like a pack of raging bulls. And the heat! Oh, the heat. I could feel it. It was so palpable, I could almost touch it. My knees knocked, my teeth chattered, my jaw locked ...<< MORE >>
How to get over him... Quickly!
Let me make one thing clear: this has nothing to do with love. I’m no expert. The very word makes me nauseous and sets my body to a defensive mode. But I have had my heart broken once or twice. Badly. By some pathetic loser by the way. Luckily for me, I’m a quick learner it seems. I made ridiculous mistakes of cosmic proportions and learnt a thing or two. So, if you feel a looming break-up is coming your way (trust me, we can all see it coming!), read, learn and gain wisdom ...<< MORE >>
Explain me love.
Love…Like a train derailed follows no lineLike confused rambling of the insane makes no senseIntense and unpredictable love is Showers delight unsurmised Nourishes the body, fills the soul And makes fools of the wise.Love... Tugs at the heart incessantly Drives the loins ‘til bonded souls sing in rapture Then crushes victims in its wake Leaves no sign nor sound But a hole in the universe Nothing placates the beast of one broken. Indiscriminate. Erratic. It chooses no one and ...<< MORE >>
There's someone in our life named "Vicki".
Vicki's her name Each time we meet for coffee, Vicki has a litany of stories about the terrible things that happen to her. All the time! It seems as if the whole world is against her. It's unbelievable. Life is one big dramaThere is so much drama and conflict in Vicki's life. And it's all created by the people around her, especially those closest to Vicki. They're mean, vile, inconsiderate, disrespectful, nasty, and ignorant. They say and do things to her that completely ruin her day, and she just can't believe it. These people ...<< MORE >>
My search is over!
Meet Danny (not his real name) - a dark-haired, athletically-built surfer, handsomely shy and imposing at the same time. He's also a consumer of organic food, has a self-proclaimed ability to impress the ladies with his recently acquired cullinary flair for French cuisine (which I'm yet to see). And ... wait for this... one of 11 children who grew up in a farm near a surf and beachside town aptly named Fish Creek - population 201! Danny has confessed to a drunken "pash" with a receptionist at an after-work soiree. And in his earlier career ...<< MORE >>
I went to war.
I don't like fights I recently had a huge fight with a good friend and I must admit I hate social confrontations! Absolutely hate it! I pick my battles and only choose what's worth spending my energy on because, honestly, I think most of the issues we face in our daily lives are trivial. And I'm not one to sweat the small stuff. Don't *bleep* with me So, when my friend and I started arguing about "who-the-hell-knows" we came to a point of no return. Yup! We had a fiery exchange of hurtful ...<< MORE >>
Wanted: Single, White Male.
I recently posted this ad on a local real estate site: "Young, female marketing executive looking for a clean, friendly, reliable 27+ male professional with an active social life and an equally healthy lifestyle, to share a large, stylish, 2 bedroom art-deco apartment in fantastically located Hawthorn." Yes, I'm hunting for a flatmate. And if you read between the lines (and if you're a girl like me) you know exactly what I'm looking for: a successful, intelligent, attractive, physically fit, single, white male - a potential partner perhaps if it were not ...<< MORE >>
