We are merely passing by each other's life. At a crossroad we met, we get to know each other, we had fun. But when it is time to move on, we should gracefully bow out. And even if we refuse to let go, that feeling should be locked up inside, better a heart breaks inside, then to shatter into ugly pieces that cuts everybody.
From an age of innocence to a time of flagrant debauchery; from finding love to losing hope, this is the life journey of a Chinese gay guy born in KL, Malaysia where he tries to make sense of his homosexuality, his life and the world around him.
26 February 2013
Friendly of sort
Sometimes you meet with a guy that is so friendly to you, that makes you feel appreciated but come the next day, he became so distant and cold. All the warmth and well wishes traded before the meet up and sex, all turn into short and simple replies instead. You wonder, is all the effort just to get into your pants? Well, partially so but at the same time, some people are just born this way. Their attention span is short, and they don't dwell too long in a relationship that has went pass the great orgasm. Would you call them jerks? Of course, but then again, sometimes it is our own fault of wanting more than was offered, the disappointment born of our own expectation, so who is there to blame but ourselves?
20 February 2013
Counting down
To whom can I put this question (with any hopes of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved him less than you thought... ?
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary
I keep counting down to the day when he says goodbye. 3 months. 2 months. As if I am expecting something grandeur on that day to happen. Should I buy myself a meal on that day to celebrate or should I sulk at home, crying about what I lost. I do not know for I know not what I really feel now. Whatever tormenting feelings left, it is not inflicted by his physical absence but his presence in my mind. As much as I try to hold on to the memory, I seem to be letting it slip by faster and faster. The feeling of holding and losing someone at the same time is mind boggling indeed.
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary
I keep counting down to the day when he says goodbye. 3 months. 2 months. As if I am expecting something grandeur on that day to happen. Should I buy myself a meal on that day to celebrate or should I sulk at home, crying about what I lost. I do not know for I know not what I really feel now. Whatever tormenting feelings left, it is not inflicted by his physical absence but his presence in my mind. As much as I try to hold on to the memory, I seem to be letting it slip by faster and faster. The feeling of holding and losing someone at the same time is mind boggling indeed.
13 January 2013
每一句说话
宁愿永远失败,来填补对你的债,仍想起某天几段情怀,I still love you till I die。
时间冲冲,我们分开原来已经快要一年了。那天很不经意的看见你出现在荧幕上,我还特地跑去看带子,虽然是短短的几十秒而已,看见你专著工作的模样,我觉得我应该感到欣慰的。但是我在感到满足的同时,却也感到痛苦。既然要隔着一道玻璃才能从遥远的地方看见你。
时间冲冲,我们分开原来已经快要一年了。那天很不经意的看见你出现在荧幕上,我还特地跑去看带子,虽然是短短的几十秒而已,看见你专著工作的模样,我觉得我应该感到欣慰的。但是我在感到满足的同时,却也感到痛苦。既然要隔着一道玻璃才能从遥远的地方看见你。
03 January 2013
Napoleon Complex
It's difficult to communicate with people who needs to be right all the time. They simply refuse to listen to your reasoning, either because they have high opinion or they believe that they have gone through it, thus having a better say than the rest of us. Sometimes having experience might blind us from seeing possibilities of any kind. We failed to see that there are more than one way of handling matters.
It is bad enough trying to discuss life philosophy with them because they deem their own way, the only way. I guess when we grow older, we somehow entrap ourselves in our own perception of the world. Often forgetting that this strain the relationship around us. Personally I don't think I can get into relationship with someone who needs to be right, for I myself likes to be on the right side too. Two right does make a wrong.
17 December 2012
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