Thu 28 Aug 2008
Thu 28 Aug 2008
I broke up with my first girlfriend, because I felt I was too comfortable, things were too good to be true, we hardly had any argument and she was always willing to make me happy. Had I stayed with her for a while, I would’ve probably thought this is it, this is what marriage is meant to be like, and *BANG* gotten married. I would’ve been content doing the every day couple thing, but please give me a break, I was only 17 years old back then, there was no way I would’ve been ready for a long commitment. Besides, breaking up with my first girlfriend was probably the best thing I could’ve done otherwise, I would’ve been just wondering and curious of what it would be like to date other women.
Another time, I broke up with an amazingly beautiful woman because she constantly just nagged me about my dress sense, which then led to having other arguments. She was a nice girl and looked after me very well, just that I failed to see the big picture with her and broke up with her on my birthday (she planned a nice dinner for my friends and me which we cancelled since you already know why).
I can probably go on about the amount of times I’ve chosen to walk away from a girl simply cause it just didn’t feel right or I was bored. That’s not being picky, it’s just saving myself the hassle in the future. I find that the longer you drag things out with your partner, the harder it is to break up with them, because you are just misleading them into a false sense of security. It’s better to be honest then play charades and mind games.
Fast forward to the present and I am currently single. I constantly do get asked if I have a partner and if not why not?
Mr T: Dude why is it, that you don’t have a girl by your side, you’re like one of the nicest guys I know, girls dig that
Me: Hmm probably cause I just don’t go out enough and socialise like other people would?
Mr T: Nah I reckon it’s jus that your’re too picky
Me: ….
Mr T: I’m serious, half the times we comment on some chick that walks by and you think she’s the opposite.
Me: That’s not being picky dude, she just didn’t strike me as attractive
Mr T: Oh not to mention the fact that you’ve only ever dated asians
Me: What’s wrong with that?
Mr T: Well you’ve just cut your choices down and made things harder for yourself
There’s nothing wrong if I date just asians, it’s just growing up all I did was hang out with asians thus, the girls that I dated were asians, make sense ya? It does make sense though, what if I broadened my choices to include all ethnic groups, it’s not that I don’t like them, I just never got to meet one to go out with in the first place. Oh hey, why not include girls of any size and looks, and if girls don’t work out, include men so that way, I have a 100% chance of scoring!!!
FAIL!! There’s no way I am gonna even think about making out with a guy (God made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve), not that I have anything against gays. Second of all, there’s nothing wrong with women, who are big, small or tall, just that if I see them and I am attracted to them then sure. However to call me picky is just simply being ignorant, I can’t help my circumstances and it’s not like I have a abundance of women to choose from. If I’m fortunate to meet someone nice and we connect, then it’s on, if we don’t connect then spare me the judgment.
Girls are more pickier then guys, but that’s in my opinion
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Tue 26 Aug 2008
Have a wonderful week, hmm French Toast with English Breakfast Tea!! My way of saying sorry, I couldn’t stay up much longer.
And guess what??? I got something for people who like to mind f*ck too, hehe and I’m so damn considerate I tell you.
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Tue 26 Aug 2008
Two weekends ago, I was just minding my own business late one night, talking to a friend, and then heard loud noises from outside my apartment. I went out to the kitchen area, where the front door was situated, next thing I know I heard arguing and loud footsteps. Then the next thing that sorta made me jump was a bang and some glass shattering, following by a loud thud from the door closing. I opened my door to see what had happened, and there was my neighbour from upstairs, visibly shaken and crying. Meanwhile her rather drunk and obnoxious (currently ex) boyfriend was just there, sulking and waiting to get back inside.
Neighbour: “What should I do”
Me: “Are you ok?”
Neighbour: “I’m so sorry for waking you up, he just came back and was drunk”
Me: “Would you like me to call the police?”
Neighbour: “No it’s ok, I don’t want to get arrested”
Then I backed away but kept my door away, as she proceeded to head down and talk it out with her ex man. Still shaken, she told him to go home but he wouldn’t have any of it, and demanded that he let her back in. Then what was a calm conversation turned into an ugly argument of who was right and who was wrong. After exhausting all avenues, then came the pathetic part. Dude started pleading for forgiveness and expressed of how much he loved her. He kept repeating over and over again about how he loved her and that she should let him in. When that didn’t work, he then wanted to leave the things that she bought for him, and from what I could see was just a hat, shirt and wallet with some money for the damage caused by him breaking the lights (hence the bang). Now I wasn’t just standing there being a gossipy neighbour, I stood by the door just to make sure that she was going to be ok and that ex dude wasn’t gonna go all ape like and psycho.
Conclusion was that I called the police and they came to arrest him for disturbing the peace and damage to property. While upset neighbour called her girlfriend to keep her company for the night and thanked me for watching over the situation and not just being a bystander who likes to be nosey.
The main point to this story is that it’s kind of sad that people would use the word “love” just to try and keep things together, when clearly the ship is sinking and it’s over. Then to use it midway in a desperate attempt is even more sadder, the girl was already upset, why bring that funny word love up. I can’t exactly give him credit, cause it wasn’t like he was fighting for it, just begging.
Meanwhile, a close friend of mine, who is currently married, is going through some tough times, from constant arguments, financial stress, and to put the cherry on top, there’s no intimacy whatsoever. What keeps him in this marriage though, is that he says he loves her and she’s the woman of his dreams. I’m once again forced to be a bystander and can’t say much, he already has plans to start a business soon and to have children. I told him though that is he sure that he wants to commit to something of that magnitude, when all there is in this marriage is constant bickering.
Sometimes, love isn’t enough, and there needs to be a reason and a foundation to keep things going. I constantly talk about how there needs to be two people and not to let things be just a one way traffic. Of course there’s going to be ups and downs, and things may not just go your way. You just need to have an understanding of each other and have patience. There also needs to be a compromise and in the end I’m sure it’ll all be worthwhile.
I’m rambling on like I’m an expert on this field but to be honest, I’m still learning my lessons and making sure that when the chance does come by, I’ll be ready to really say those three words, and not just to get into bed with someone, or just for a lousy excuse to get back with someone.
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Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. ~Author Unknown
Mon 25 Aug 2008
Every morning I go to work, the flowers that I bought close to two weeks ago, are still on the kitchen bench. Being an Australian flora collection, they’re still alive and showing it’s Australian strength. I think about the person who once held them and how it made that person happy upon seeing it. I hope that happiness has carried over with them wherever they may be, and let them know that my thoughts are always with them, and thinking of them constantly.
Sun 24 Aug 2008
My little nieces are rapidly growing all too fast for me, one minute they’re the sweetest, innocent, little girls and then the next they’re on the verge of becoming beautiful little women with boys chasing at their tails. My last post regarding my nieces was on my old blog and it dated back 2 years ago. I blogged about how I would take them out every Friday night and we would just go to the mall and just hang out. That was in one part a form of my own happiness, just to be with family and enjoy their company.
Fast forward now to the present, and my oh my, things are just not what I had pictured. One niece has moved out of home and is currently living with her boyfriend. While another of my nieces is already halfway through year 11, but struggling since her parents have placed a huge amount of pressure for her to be in University and to study accounting when she finishes college. The youngest niece in the meantime is probably doing quite well and no doubt, I believe has a bright future out of the three.
I can’t do much but just listen to them talk about their fears, problems, and what they hope to achieve in the near future. Give them advice when they ask for it, such as how to deal in the 21st century with racism, and I thought that we as a nation, had moved on from phobia but alas, racism still exists. I’m probably acting like a father when I talk about this, but I do make them aware that the majority of guys in this world are just interested in one thing, and that’s sex. It’s kinda awkward for me to talk about protection etc, but they’re not stupid and as a result can be mocked about why I bring the subject up.
I look forward to how they will handle what is up ahead for them and rest assured that I will be there when the going gets tough, cause it’s what expected from their uncle Fred or in their words “Chu Vu”.
Sat 23 Aug 2008
No one likes to be alone, in this world, maybe they’ll go through a phase of where they just want to have time off to themselves, but sooner or later, they’ll reconnect with the world and be in touch once more. I can’t see myself walk down this road all alone, I need someone to share this journey with me. What good is it, when you see the wonders of what life has in store for you and not being able to share it with someone you truly love most. Hmm yeah it’s kinda late and this was one of my last thoughts, I’ll elaborate more tomorrow…..
Thu 21 Aug 2008
Just randomly I’ll put this in:
Girl I need ya
Like a comedian needs a joke
Baby I need you the most
Oh yeh that was random alright but just a tune that’s been playing over in my head over and over again, and I just kept saying the same lyrics. It’s gotta be better then I love you like a fat goat loves grass wouldn’t you agree?
Also in my head are these random words; someone has heavily left their imprint on me and I am now not making any sense. For example let’s take a look at the following:
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Abercrombie believe it or not, was the first words used to describe the native Australians, the aboriginals.
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While Benetton was suppose to be pronounced as Bonython, a local suburb in Canberra. It’s actually pronounced as Bo-Ny-Fern.
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Good ol’ Musali Nakka, not sure who the hell he is, but to one person Musali is actually a healthy tasty breakfast food. If I was gay, yes I too, would love to taste Musali….
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Wanissa is another suburb in Canberra and is much bigger then a custom made camera for a mobile phone. Pronounced as Wa-Niya-Sa.
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So good, if you’re happy and feeling just gay, but a name used to describe a delicious Australia - New Zealand ice cream.
Simply: Hey let’s go grab a golden gayness
Me: Hmm say whaaa???
Next year I’ll look forward to going to the city of Melbourne for …
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Thu 21 Aug 2008
Climbing the Sydney Harbour bridge (something I’ve always wanted to do), we were in a group of six and in that group was an American couple who had never been to Australia. They were talking about how they were enjoying Sydney, and how the streets especially Chinatown were just way cleaner then those in the States (yes Aussie Aussie Aussie!!). I get into a conversation upon reaching the summit of the Sydney Harbour Bridge and it goes a little something like this:
Me: “Would you rate this as one of the best experiences in your life?”
Philadelphia dude: ” Not quite since when you meet the love of your life, get married to her and have beautiful children then it doesn’t come close.”
Me: “Oh eerr rightio”
It’s almost the equivalent of when you walk down the street and think that someone is about to shake your hand but really is shaking the dudes hand behind you. Ooooh the embarrasment, and all you can do is use that hand to adjust your hair or do something like stretch to recover from an embarrasing moment.
I still remember the view from above and I can now look at pictures of the Harbour bridge aka the Coathanger and say that yes I have climbed it and enjoyed the view. For now it’s something that I consider as a once in a lifetime experience and until I do what Philly dude did then it’s my most treasured moment.
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