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Monday, February 20, 2006


No man is an island. Or so they say.

Funny how all conversational engagements with people in my life will always take a turn back to the all-encompassing discussion in regard to matters of the heart, pertaining to love and relationships with that of the fairer, most wonderfully sweet gender.

Funny how I always discover the most about myself thru little discussions about love.

This time it was with Spit, my long time high school buddy.

People always ask why I am not going out with anyone. Obviously they overlook the health implications that I would be facing should I withdraw cold-turkey from my acute addiction to acts of physical self-gratification ie. Masturbation.

“But you are one of the most romantic person I know! My heart melts at the things that you did for her”

“You’re always looking for crazy shits to do. Girls dig crazy wild unpredictable guys to change/tame them for keeps”

“And you’re smart too”

“I like the driven, self-motivated side of you. I like you as an idealistic concept”

Those comments were as verbatim as I can remember them, and trust me for I had kept them playing in my head for a long time.

So why don’t you want to date me, then?

“I am intimidated by you”

“The romantic side of you is very tangible. If you strip romance, there is nothing underneath your love”

Nothing that I haven’t realized.

The truth is I believe that in contrary to what others tend to believe; in actuality, I have a very low self esteem. I have an insatiable feeling of inadequacy that on one hand it keeps me on my toes, constantly striving for more out of life- the other is actually strangling the life out of me slowly.

People think that I am just an immature irresponsible kid who does not want to be tied down to commitment because my life is all about one night fucks and fleeting mercurial romances.

In truth, I miss all my Emilys. I miss all my Coreys. I miss all my Tammys. With equal tenacity and passion but never fully in love.

I just could not bring myself to love wholeheartedly no longer. I am but a broken man who has been found, measured and found wanting for one too many times by all the wrong people. People who accused me of being an empty romantic without a soul whose love lies only in the recreation of a perfect wonderland that crumbles at first rumble, because apparently- I hath maketh no effort for something deeper.

And the stories run on similar plots every time. After we had cleared out things between us- the other party would admit that our fallout is due to their respective shortcomings, thus validating my beliefs that they were only choosing an easy way out and the easiest would be to look for faults in me.

For they say that vengeance belongs to the Lord- I say Fuck You. Let me burn in hell for I have undeservedly inflicted all the unjust pain that I had suffered while blinded by those who did not love me, upon others who loved me with all their hearts. Oh how wrong, how broken, how bleak was the angst that was pent up in the ugly me.

In time, to live in ignorance of love is to dwell in peace.

Until I met Emily. And then Corey.

They both showed me that I was worth all in life. I fell in love with them whom I believe to be god-sent.

That was my life. Those were my issues. In time past.

Carina asked me if I believed that I will ever find my true love. I brushed her aside by saying that I don’t really give a flying fuck about it.

To love someone with all our might, to be so consumed in love that we are willing to give and trust everything from our heart, life unto the other person, to wake up every morning next to her and remember that everything is worth fighting for her - is to truly fall in love. Anything lesser falls short and is nothing but just puppy loves that I so espouse.

I believe all of us have issues unresolved within ourselves. To even think of loving someone, we need to resolve them and be at peace within ourselves. We need to be able to accept ourselves before we expect others to do so. We need to be independent individuals before we can be dependent upon or be depended by someone else. People do not understand this, often rush head-on to relationships and end up being totally dependent onto the other person and when shit does not work out- they screamed in agony and threaten death when they can no longer walk on their own twos.

I say “Get yo’ shit right before you want to start any shit like Love, yo!”

That is why I don’t date and only choose to hang out with my women. Hangin’ out is the best and most underrated concept in human relationship since Fuck Buddy. When you hang out, you do not set any commitments with your partner. It is just a simply two person who are attracted to each other, spending time with each other and yet giving each other total freedom, space and time to figure their shit out. Hangin’ out encompasses everything that a conventional relationship entices ie. doing shits together, discovering each other’s personalities, tolerating each other’s shit, holding hands, making out, sex; but cuts out all the troublesome bullshit that one has to go thru in a committed relationship like ‘sticking together thru thick and thin’ ‘cos I say fuck that bullshit- says who that we need to lose our personal liberty as individuals when we had developed feeling for another person?

I say people should just hang out with Everyone and develop themselves from meeting as many personalities from as many walks of lives as possible while figuring themselves out. There are just too many interesting people out there that warrants the precious exciting times of our youth.

Believe me not? Take a look at couples who have been dating for some time. Do you think they are with their partner because they genuinely love them and think that there are no other person on earth like her, Or, is it because they are just afraid that they are not good enough to look for someone better, so they cling on the person of lesser quality, because they are too lazy to move out of their emotional comfort zones?

Let us never live with contention. Let us all believe in love at first sight so that we will never stop looking (this sounds vaguely familiar, I must have ripped it off from some B-Grade movie)

Pray tell that I will wash out the world. Pray tell that I will never find true love too soon. Pray tell that all I will always have is Now.

posted by Kit
11:12 AM

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you forgot it in people.

Friday, February 17, 2006


Hanging out with Anrie this evening, was nothing short of awesome although it was only for a short period of time. I love that girl. She reminds me of all my wonderful platonic girlfriends back in the States whom I can be totally open about anything without the risk or worry that things could get weird between us. I miss having girlfriends that I can just call up and talk to just about anything at anytime, women whom I could hug just because either of us needed a hug, women whom I can sleep next to without having to be naked or doing something funky.

Girlfriends are awesome because sometimes, you just can’t possibly talk to a dude about certain stuff. You need a woman’s perspective in life, a somewhat softer, more subtle, feminine approach to things that men would simply just ruin with our bloated ego. An inexplicable difference that I can’t seem to put my finger on but somehow things are just different when we talk things over with the other gender. And believe me that it is just a bloody sweet bonus when they somehow hooks you up with their hot girl buddies whom you do not necessary need to remain on platonic terms with. .

Okay, I lied. Of course it is all about her girl buddies.

I miss Crystal. I remember the first coupla times when we started hanging out and we hugged. She complained that I did not give her a REAL hug. In truth, I actually felt akward about the whole hugging bit because it was not really an Asian thing to go around hugging everyone. Then I realized the power of a sincere platonic Hug.

And then I came home.

Innocently, I went around hugging everyone with the same sincere tenacity only to be greeted with akwardness and a whole lot of WTF-ness. In turn, I have learnt to again draw a thicker line when it comes to physical contacts with my friends at home.

I do not understand. Why it must always be that when a woman and a man hang out- they most certainly have to be dating or fucking each other? Why can’t they just bloody want to hang out ‘cos they simply want to get to know each other? That both feel comfortable with each other’s company on a very platonic level. That they both sincerely care for each other simply because they are Friends?

It is either I look like the biggest pervert in town or we are still living in 1850’s because the last few girls that I tried to hang out with thought that I harbour feelings for them. The worst crap was when they get all worked up when they found out that I went out with other women as well. WTF? God damned immature Sucker bitches Fag hag whores.

Let me rewind the whole thing. You and Me. We hang out. I give you extra attention because I think you are an interesting person and I am beginning to enjoy your company as a friend. We hang out more. Sometimes, I buy you thoughtful stuff to express my appreciation for your company, simply because- you are a girl and I know girls take fancy when guys take notes of little things and do things for them unexpectedly. We talked more. I went out with other people and you got pissed ‘cos we were supposed to be Dating. W-T-F? Never, at any point during our times together did I say that I like you. Never did I do anything that suggested I would want anything more than a platonic relationship ie. Trying to smooch you or remove any pieces of your garment. Why do people always think way ward? Can’t you understand that I just want to hang out as Friends? I am not even talking about hanging out as in “Hanging Out” that comes with sex or mutual feelings. These are just hanging out as in how I would hang out with a dude. Any thoughts of sex will only conjure up acute feelings of nausea followed by throwing up of yesterday’s lunch. Thank you.

I like to talk. I like to listen to other people’s idea. I like to share experiences and laugh over things. I like to be able to be myself with everyone else even if you are a girl and I am somehow expected to be more decent with you because that is how our conservative society works. I am sorry that I led all of you idiots on. My bad that you all live in the feudal Japan. How unfortunate. I do not lie, so take it seriously when I say that I do not think that I am worthy to be in relationships. I am all for fucking but as of now, I just want to be Friends with Everyone.

As I write, my thoughts drifted back to Anrie. I gave her a stalk of rose today ‘cos she complained that no one gave her shit for Valentines’s Day. Boy, was that silly girl happy when she got a belated V Day gift that only cost me like 5 bucks. Honestly, I’d pay any money to see anyone be happy. If only money could buy happiness. I don’t get it. Anrie ain’t like fuckin’ butt ugly and neither was a coupla of my other girl friends. I am pretty sure all of them are seeing someone or two, maybe 15 but why did all of them bitches got shit for a nice lovely day like St. Valentine’s ? Why didn’t even one asshole out of the 15 that they are seeing thought of buying something, anything to cheer up their day? Why can’t dudes pay a’lil more attention to what them females want? All my bastard buddies went on the whole bullshit that Valentine’s Day is too commercialized, that it is pointlessly stupid to waste shit loads of money blah blah blah- I say Fuck that shit. Valentine’s may be commercialized but it is still One Sweet Day. Given a choice, I’d buy every girl a stalk of rose on Valentine’s just to show my appreciation that women are just simply fuckin’ awesome (when they hook you up with the hotter of their kind, that is). Those are WOMEN that us men are talking about. They love it when men shower them with attention. Who doesn’t? Women love it when men go out of their way to do stupid pointless stuff for them or am I the biggest idiot around? Even so, let us then go purely on men instinct that Everything boils down to Sex- wouldn’t it only be Logical that men do all the sweet lil’ things in the world to their women so that they can get laid on Valentine’s? Maybe I am just a silly romantic. Maybe I am a fuckin’ outdated fucktard.

Oh well, my buddy got her stalk of rose and my last minute Valentine’s date got her free meal and a cliché teddy bear. It was indeed one sweet day.

FUCK! I FORGOT ALL ABOUT MY AMERICAN LOVE, TAMMY TRUONG! GODDAMNIT! FUCK! BASTARD! SHIT! COCKSUCKER! ASSFUCK!

posted by Kit
7:25 PM

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