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Tuesday, 24 November 2009

  • chick flicks are mental vibrators

    just when you think you have everything you wanted for a boy friend - a caring guy that warms your duvet, insisting on carrying all the grocery, taking care of you at his best, and above all, HONEST!

    yes, he's extremely honest. honest to a way that you can just be annoyed but can't be angry coz he's honest. when you think you are "in love", in other words, you feel happy seeing your guy, you try your best to make him happy too, he kind of does the same. BUT...

    when i asked 'do you love me?' in a potential argument, it should be a surrender line, followed by a 'yes' and 'let's make this thing work', however, the answer was ' I DON'T LOVE YOU THE WAY YOU THINK.' what the heck does that mean? 'i am not sure if we are together in 5-10 years. i am not sure if i am marrying you...' that would be the cruelest honesty that you could ever imagine. not any ' i love you as my best friend. i love you as my girl friend' would ever make that up.

    what's followed? tears, a lot of tears. that's go without saying. then, he realized his honesty did smash a heart, did hurt his girl friend to bits. yes, he was undergoing many problems and he was troubled too, but it doesn't mean he could be that cruel.

    'let's make it work.' is the only thing that keeps me going. i'll never see if i never even try. trying to make a guy love me sounds extremely pathetic. going back to the endless singlehood chills my spine. i am honestly tired of trying to meet the one.

    maybe head-over-heel love is just like orgasm from sex. some people have it all the time; some have it sometimes, some never ever experience it. it's just the way it is.

    like orgasm, if you can't get it from sex, you get it elsewhere. therefore, chick flicks are just mental vibrators, giving you the feeling you can't have in real life.

    now, i might just need to turn on my mental vibrator for some masturbation - chick flick therapy.

Thursday, 17 September 2009

  • when would we stop trying?

    i am not single. to begin with.

    during my forever and ever lasting singlehood, i always had this dream that when i met the right one i would know - we would have enchanting wet kissing, having tongue fight, when we have sex it would be perfect.

    what a fool! but deep in everyone's heart, wouldn't be that same fantasy playing over and over again on your mind? even worse when you are in a relationship.

    my boy friend is what i asked for when i was hurt and vulnerable. when i still health conscious, i hoped for a non-smoking boy friend. when my relationship ended when i was too vulnerable, i hoped for a boy friend that would give me 100% sense of security. when i saw all those eligible bachelor who are definitely marriage material, i freaked out coz i don't feel i deserve them and i am so scared that they would mind my wild past. and i hoped for a guy that take me as who i am and wouldn't judge my past. when i saw my friends who were dating hot and nice scandinavian guys, i hoped for one too. when i was living on my non existent salary, i hoped for a boy friend who wouldn't mind paying a little and at the same time, wouldn't make me feel small.

    ta da! i met him. he's everything i asked for. he's nice, normal looking with a bit of extra weight. he adores me and cherishes me. he's a non smoker, who gives me 100% security that he wouldn't cheat; doesn't judge my past and gives me 100% trust and 100% freedom to do what i want to do. yes, he pays my dinner and drinks most of the time and doesn't make me feel inferior at all. yes, he's scandinavian, just not the hot ones. haha...

    if i ever have a check list, he should have all ticks. just perfect! however...

    i have doubts. he's travelling most of the time; he's constantly busy with work; we don't have much in common; he has a low sex drive... all are excuses. i just don't feel right. i don't have the butterfly in my stomach kind of feeling when i am with him. when we kiss, there's no tongue coz he doesn't want to kiss with tongue. when we have sex, it's just so-so, no screaming from passion or orgasm, no nothing. and yes, we both have a hard time falling asleep when lying in the same bed.

    however, i do feel comfortable when i am with him. i do feel lying on his shoulder, rubbing his bellying, playing with his ever soft ear rope is something that calms me down and make me feel happy. i do enjoy his childish face when he's turned on by me involuntarily, trying to cover his face with the blanket; when he is playing with kids...

    yes. he's not the prince charming in my heart or at least not in my mind. but he's there for me. and you don't know if he's the one or he's the best you can get. you just try so hard to convince yourself that's the one, the best you can get. settle down! stop being too picky. there's no sleepless-in-seattle kind of magic. just be contented with what you have. and at the same time, you secretly hope there's still a soul mate out there who would finish your sentences and like what you like; who love you dearly, honestly, madly, and make you feel magical, enchanted. but then, you do have someone you want to wake up to and feel extremely relaxed when around. how ironic!

    the question is when would you stop trying and settle with what you have? is it the way to go? is it what life should be? or you should calm down and get out of the fantasy land and get back to earth? as the clock is ticking, the question sounds louder and louder. to settle or to seek, that is the question.

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

  • Haunting from your Past Party Life

    You thought you've stayed clean for almost a year.

    Your thought you've almost become a saint.

    You thought you could get away with what you did.

    No way! Old fling/hookup of yours come back to haunt you when you least expected. You can run, but you can't hide. It will hunt you down no matter how hard you try running away.

    Here's the story.

    I got a facebook message from an acquaintance asking me about a guy and said he broke her heart. I was shocked that she sent me a message assuming the guy did the same to me before. Hmmm... When I ran through my memory archive, I got an answer. Yes, I did hook up with this French guy once. And that was more than a year ago. It almost felt like past life, at least, past party life.  It was one of those menless dry spell days.   The golden rule is "Don't expect anything remotely romantic, if the hook up is heavily involved with alcohol and no day-after follow up message". It was totally attachment free. (I'm not a monster by nature. It did take a lot of tears and heartbreaking practice to make me inmune to this)

    Back to the story. I was overwhelmed for a while, coz there's been anything exciting like this for quite a while. I had to go through some options: 1. play innocent; 2. totally ignore it; 3. be honest and take it light. Yes, I did go for the last option. I replied to the girl immediately just stating the truth. Drunk hookup doesn't count as dating and I actually don't feel that guy  could mean any harm. Well, at least, not to me. However, I did feel weird.  Why she picked me? Was she sending messages to all the girls in his friend list? Mental? She doesn't seem like me. So, I played along.

    After a few message exchange, I was getting close to the truth.  Big mouth guys!  So, it was the guy's friend told the girl that I hooked up with him. Long story short, Guy A bragged about his collection of girls -> Guy B remembers and tells Girl C (who dated Guy A). Gosh, luckily, I didn't play innocent from the beginning or I could just be caught lying.  (Mental note to self: never challenge a girl's instinct. Never hook up with big mouth French guy again. They are called French for a reason)

    It's that someone you totally don't know even exist would know a lot of your private life and would tell someone else about it that horrify me.  I don't even know which guy was it coz I don't remember meeting any of that French guy's friend, except one. And it was half a year after the hook up.  So, no matter if you killed someone, hurt someone, slept with someone, or just flirt with someone, there must be someone else who would know and would remember.  Through the 6 degrees of separation, someone along the way is bound know hear from it somehow.

    Just like the movie "I know what you did last summer", there must be someone who holds the information of "I know who you slept with last dragon boat fest". So, when you thought you've stayed away from trouble, such random hookups, horny drunkenness, waking up to someone you don't even recall the name of, 

    THINK TWICE!

    Once a party animal, always a party animal. Actually, the incident today reminded me of something happened years ago.  A girl called me using a guy (who I hadn't been in touch for more than half a year)'s phone asking me if I have anything with that guy.  It must be my luck.  That guy wooed me before.  Of course, the bit that he has a girl friend was strategically omitted.  Another mental note to self, never be too cautious about guys who doesn't give you his email, msn, or facebook but give you their number only.  There MUST be something wrong.

    As the great wisdom goes "If you can't fix it, you gotta stand it".  I have to pay the consequence of what I did when I was "naive and silly". Your past isn't your past life and it will continue to come back to haunt you at some point of your future. I just hope my face will be forgotten by the gossip minds someday.

    LKF and the partying scene of Hong Kong is just simply chokingly small.  Gossips travel faster than light and rumours spread wider than virus.  

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

  • Relationship Lesson from Leman Brothers

    "Breaking up is just like when the funds you invested goes bankrupt, you can get nothing from your investment coz the bank/relationship no longer exits."  --My Recently Single Best Friend

    My best friend just ended her 2 year relationship with a guy. Not a typical Kong gal, she didn't expect the guy to pay for everything; not a big fan for designer brands, shared the rent and even bought a lot of gifts to her now ex boy friend. When she finally got herself  to go to ther use-to-be a fun house to collect her belongings, she didn't bring anything including the microwave, matress etc that she bought to that house but a dvd player. The friends who helped her move out asked why she didn't take away those and paid for a whole month of shared rent while she only stayed there for a week that month. She also found her otopus card which she swapped with him when he was broke in her luggage, leaving a minus $1.1 balance that made her litterally speechless in a negative way.

    When asked if she wanted to take away any of their shared belongings, she answered with the Leman Brothers metaphor. I was extremely amazed that how similiar these two investments are -- investing in a fund and investing in a relationship. When a relationship fails, it's like a bank going bankrupt.  You lost all the valuables you gave in and your faith, leaving you a broken heart.  Others can only shows sympathy but can't get you out of your misery, not even the government.  All kinds of everything reminds you of what the investment seemed to promised to return. Passing by a restaurant you two used to patronized, drinking the cocktail you used to tease other with, looking at the pictures you took...everything used to bring a smile on your face now is haunting you days and nights. The sweet moment you shared popping up in your mind is simply like a stab in your heart.  In monetary investment, you lost your money or your faith to the system. In a relationship, however, you invested much more, your love, your time, your money and of course your heart.  That's why the damage of a broken relationship is beyond measurement.  And there's no ROI in a relationship.

    Another similiarity of relationship and investment failure is that people's sympathy fades away quickly.  You might be very angry when you first saw the raging victims of Leman Bro protesting on TV but when the news is repeating day after day, your anger or sympathy is becoming milder and milder till the day you simply find the news annoying.  Same story for breakups. My best friend has been very self concious about her grieving behavior. Yet, as her best friend, I wouldn't be annoyed. That's what friends are for especially BFF.

    No matter if it's an investment in a fund/stock/equality or a relationship, when it goes bad, there's no one but You, and only you can pick yourself up and get your life back to track. Salute to all the survivors of the econmoic tsunami and traumatic breakups!

Sunday, 21 September 2008

  • I've never had...

    Among all the evil drinking games, 'I've never had' remains my favourite. For one, you got to know a lot about other people and share quite numberous dark secret; for two, it one of the games that you just follow the flow without too much techniques, unless those dice games or the games which require high level of mind and hand coordination. (I will never forget how I was drunk I was playing liar dice in Shanghai with local Shanghaiese)

    In case, you've never had heard of this game, let me briefly explain the rules.  It's kind of like truth of dare, minors the dare part.  It's a group game.  The more participants the merrier, unless the group gets too big for everyone to hear the darkest secrets.  Thank God for my book 'Between the Sheets and Under the Table' by Ron Martirano.  Below is the direct quotation of the rules in that book:

    "... is as much a flirty game as it is a drinking game. The game begins simple and innocent enough, as one player will make a statement regarding something he or she has never did....Any player who has in fact done that raise their glasses and sip"

    In the book, the author also mentioned about how to maintain a comfortable environment and encourage full disclosure. Well, in my games, we never do that. The only rule i stick to is 'what happened in the drinking table, stays there'.

    My killer statements:

      1.  "I've never had sex with women" : this line only works when you are surrounded guys, and straight ones. I was trapped in a situation that I was surrounded by gay guys, only a couple who drank. Some do need to taste the other side of the mountain to find their real identity. And do make sure your are not in a group full of christain boys, or you are doomed too. I'm talking from experience.

       2. "I've never had threesome": make sure your group is consist of fun loving people who do have some 'experience'.  My friend A once mentioned, if she's going to have a threesome, I will be the prominent candidate, reason being she wants someone fun and safe. hehehe... I should be flattered and honoured but No. I still prefer I have one more stake for 'I've never had...'

       3."I've never had sex in train/plane/public area": this is a fun statement to make, coz if someone drinks, you definitely want to hear the story. I do have my lovely friends who drink on this statement.

    .... I am running out of statements indeed.  I don't want to go around saying ' I've never been to Japan' kind of boring statement.  We should all be responsible to make the game interesting.  What's your killer statement?

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  • midgirl is a term from cantonese word 中女, describing females who are in their late twenties or early thirties. given that people can live up to 100 years old now, 40 is the new 30s. so 25-35 should be young. different from young girls, girls, young women, middle aged women or old women, midgirls are those who won't call themselves young girls or girls, but hate to be called women or middle aged women. young women is an acceptable term but it doesn't bring out the cynicism of the special stage of a woman's life. it's a midgirl's journey of life in this 燈紅酒綠, 紫醉金迷 world. about me: a city girl who's in her late twenties, surrounded by friends, sometimes hopeful, sometimes desperate, sometimes sweet, sometimes cynical, gradually being influenced by Pam Ann, a famous gay icon, slowly turning to be a female gay. have all traits of the sex and the city girls and indeed the cashmere mafia girls are those i am aspi

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