The princess is fine and is doing well. Missing his german prince..trying to work the labor so he will not be reminded of him.....
I postponed my London trip to next week-- for reasons i will only keep.
You've moved me in ways i never thought possible - strangely enough you feel i've broken down your walls - and thats not all...
I don't want to find out now
I don't want to know
All i want to do is to feel how good it is to be with you
and touch you, and hold you, and feel you..
one more time, that's all...
nothing more, nothing less
Thursday, August 28
Wednesday, August 27
The Blissful Life
It was believed that Hong Kong was the luckiest place on earth. It enjoyed total independence from China not until 1997 turnover, experienced an economic growth no one city has ever and maintained it till this day and has never and will never ever experience any earthquake… except the kind that rocks our world.
It was one of those nights in Shanghai when I went out with my then boyfriend that I met the date of a common friend. He, the date, was in fact in a long distance relationship. We exchange remarks and funny jokes, belittling the fact that at the same time, my then boyfriend was trying his best to flirt with him, too.
Fast forward, I was checking my Face book messages when all of a sudden, I got one from him! Surprise, surprise! And he says;
“Sorry to jump in. have not seen you in a while... Hong Kong made you single??? Hope you are ok.”
There it was, a message I would never have dreamed of being in my Inbox. It was definitely him.
Suffice to say, we started exchanging messages until it came to a point of an agreement on meeting up.
We casually met in a restaurant down in Causeway Bay and started talking. Although it has been years since we last saw each other, it wasn’t that difficult to recognize him, the feeling I had for him was still burning inside me.
It was really him in the flesh. His bald head, long pointy nose and cute smile. Although his eyes showed of stress and skin seemed to have lost itself to gravity, it was still him.
It was a sweaty Wednesday night, hot and sticky we found ourselves lip locking, rolling all over his bed. We both lost it, his mind, my clothes, his socks, and our underwear.
When it was over, it wasn’t. Our lips stuck like super glue, seemed to be like opposite poles of a magnet. Yes, it was hot. I never felt anything like this before and it was all within grasp, he was.
The best part was yet to come. The next day, he found himself staying at my flat, smiling, attractive, sexy and very naked. He stayed for a while and left. But then again found himself right back after a week, indulging ourselves with each other, again and again and again.
The next few weeks found us messaging and getting so connected that no amount of work seemed to take our minds off each other. He texts, I text. He emails, I email back.
I would find myself asking, is this what they call an affair or a booty call? What is the difference in the first place? Since we both enjoy it so much, why do we let ourselves be overwhelmed with the while idea or better yet, is this what we call the rebound relationship?
I have actually never used my Blackberry as much as I have that both my thumbs started hurting. And it did, badly. Although come to think of it, it was good it happened so got more familiarized with this machine that seem to dominate Hong Kong ID holders.
This went on for weeks until today.
After coming back from Los Angeles and apparently breaking up with his boyfriend of four years, he gave me a break up call in the middle of my meeting, saying he cant see me anymore and that it would be best for him not to continue seeing me. Composed but very surprised, I told him to calm down and not think about it anymore.
But it compelled me to ask myself about the truth, the truth about relationship that it is in fact an involvement of two people who mutually share the same interest of each other.
And I had to ask, what gave him the thought of calling me and saying he cant see me anymore?
Didn’t he think that it was a decision made by two people involved in the same relationship?
Relationship as defined in wikipedia;
Intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship. It is a relationship in which the participants know or trust one another very well or are confidants of one another, or a relationship in which there is physical or emotional intimacy.
So now that he has embraced the fact that he can’t trust himself to have a relationship with me, where does this leave me then?
I think in the end it is the best and only way to solve whatever issues he has about having something with me. Whether he gets to solve it himself, i still get hurt in the end. To have the relationship is one thing, to trust him again is another.
But then, it poses another opportunity that maybe somehow, someday, this person becomes my northern star, all over again.
It was one of those nights in Shanghai when I went out with my then boyfriend that I met the date of a common friend. He, the date, was in fact in a long distance relationship. We exchange remarks and funny jokes, belittling the fact that at the same time, my then boyfriend was trying his best to flirt with him, too.
Fast forward, I was checking my Face book messages when all of a sudden, I got one from him! Surprise, surprise! And he says;
“Sorry to jump in. have not seen you in a while... Hong Kong made you single??? Hope you are ok.”
There it was, a message I would never have dreamed of being in my Inbox. It was definitely him.
Suffice to say, we started exchanging messages until it came to a point of an agreement on meeting up.
We casually met in a restaurant down in Causeway Bay and started talking. Although it has been years since we last saw each other, it wasn’t that difficult to recognize him, the feeling I had for him was still burning inside me.
It was really him in the flesh. His bald head, long pointy nose and cute smile. Although his eyes showed of stress and skin seemed to have lost itself to gravity, it was still him.
It was a sweaty Wednesday night, hot and sticky we found ourselves lip locking, rolling all over his bed. We both lost it, his mind, my clothes, his socks, and our underwear.
When it was over, it wasn’t. Our lips stuck like super glue, seemed to be like opposite poles of a magnet. Yes, it was hot. I never felt anything like this before and it was all within grasp, he was.
The best part was yet to come. The next day, he found himself staying at my flat, smiling, attractive, sexy and very naked. He stayed for a while and left. But then again found himself right back after a week, indulging ourselves with each other, again and again and again.
The next few weeks found us messaging and getting so connected that no amount of work seemed to take our minds off each other. He texts, I text. He emails, I email back.
I would find myself asking, is this what they call an affair or a booty call? What is the difference in the first place? Since we both enjoy it so much, why do we let ourselves be overwhelmed with the while idea or better yet, is this what we call the rebound relationship?
I have actually never used my Blackberry as much as I have that both my thumbs started hurting. And it did, badly. Although come to think of it, it was good it happened so got more familiarized with this machine that seem to dominate Hong Kong ID holders.
This went on for weeks until today.
After coming back from Los Angeles and apparently breaking up with his boyfriend of four years, he gave me a break up call in the middle of my meeting, saying he cant see me anymore and that it would be best for him not to continue seeing me. Composed but very surprised, I told him to calm down and not think about it anymore.
But it compelled me to ask myself about the truth, the truth about relationship that it is in fact an involvement of two people who mutually share the same interest of each other.
And I had to ask, what gave him the thought of calling me and saying he cant see me anymore?
Didn’t he think that it was a decision made by two people involved in the same relationship?
Relationship as defined in wikipedia;
Intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship. It is a relationship in which the participants know or trust one another very well or are confidants of one another, or a relationship in which there is physical or emotional intimacy.
So now that he has embraced the fact that he can’t trust himself to have a relationship with me, where does this leave me then?
I think in the end it is the best and only way to solve whatever issues he has about having something with me. Whether he gets to solve it himself, i still get hurt in the end. To have the relationship is one thing, to trust him again is another.
But then, it poses another opportunity that maybe somehow, someday, this person becomes my northern star, all over again.
Tuesday, August 26
The G in the Bag
His name is Geoffrey Andrews. Ok sabi nga ni Mommy, wag daw akong mag de-date ng amerikano, may aids daw sila! Haha. Well yan talaga si mommy.
We met a few months back, by waiting in line sa banyo, binati niya ang sapatos kong gold, the first time I ever wore them. Sabi niya “ nice shoes”…yun na ang simula nun.
It was his first day in Hongkong when I met him. He was with a friend and basically discovering the city’s gay scene.
We saw each other several times, and he definitely grabbed some of my friend’s attention, saying na hot sha. Well the truth is, the first time I saw him , I thought he was hot too. But with every sgay man in Volume would probably be, isa na naman sha siguro shang bakasyunista. Well he wasn’t.
Several weeks passed, ayun batian lang ang nangyayari, nothing more than that. I would see him on dates and all.
Fast forward, we finally went on a date. It was great. I cant remember exactky how it happened. Was it me or was it him…but something started. And we had our first dinner, talked about it and insured a second one by him stealing the bill and paying for it.
In the first date I learned a lot about him. I saw him outside after that and yes we ended in his apartment. I liked him.
But it never ended there neither did we start talking to each other in public. That was weird. Till this day I still don’t know if it was me or him but it never worked as me and him, publicly.
We had our second date, magic. We talked and talked but this time he was a bit pre occupied. Work haunting him, fair enough. Hours went on, the Barolo wine was fantastic. The convertation ended in a topic off “ have you left someone back in LA?” he did, not just a guy, but a life he was used to.
Fair – it was too early to say if he did like staying in Hongkong or not. But I still liked him- this time a lot. He was sincere and true until he said, there was a friend of his coming from LA.
He did say they had plans but towards the end of the night when his friend was in town, he asked if I can meet up with them. I said yes.
Volume, packed they arrived. But before that I was telling my friends about how I feel about G and how great all of talks and conversations we had. The expensive dinners, the lifestyle, the works. No pretentions, no inhibition and the sex was as honest and sincere as I can imagine. My friends believed me and was happy for me until..
We all caught him kissing his friend, in front of me and my friends, publicly. So tanong ng mga friends, “ano yan?”
Humiliated, embarrassed and disappointed I kept my composure. I started asking, bakit sa akin di nya ginagawa yun? Ni Makita kaming magkasama hindi niya magawa, ni halikan di niya mabigay sa akin and yet, this guy, sa harap nang maraming tao, sa harapan ko pa, after such a date, was kissing this guy?
I was furious, hurt and felt disgraced and cheated on. What was I supposed to say, boyfriend ba ako?
I didn’t get it until the guy spoke while G went to the bathroom and said, “ shit and I have to have sex with that friend and his tiny little dick even if its against my will..”
There it was, the validation I was not expecting to hear. Even more, everyone laughed. I didn’t, but deep inside I knew I had won.
I didn’t speak to him anymore- he said to me I was cruel- was I or was I enjoying the fact that his friend insulted him ? was it more than anything but vengeance?
Is winning the most important thing?
I clearly remember that night I left hurt, betrayed and abandoned. Not knowing exactly what to do and how to react, I moved on and vowed to never trust G again.
But then more than anything, my heart beats of another message- cryptic, it doesn’t make sense at all, I was hurt terribly because I knew from that moment, I more than like him.
We met a few months back, by waiting in line sa banyo, binati niya ang sapatos kong gold, the first time I ever wore them. Sabi niya “ nice shoes”…yun na ang simula nun.
It was his first day in Hongkong when I met him. He was with a friend and basically discovering the city’s gay scene.
We saw each other several times, and he definitely grabbed some of my friend’s attention, saying na hot sha. Well the truth is, the first time I saw him , I thought he was hot too. But with every sgay man in Volume would probably be, isa na naman sha siguro shang bakasyunista. Well he wasn’t.
Several weeks passed, ayun batian lang ang nangyayari, nothing more than that. I would see him on dates and all.
Fast forward, we finally went on a date. It was great. I cant remember exactky how it happened. Was it me or was it him…but something started. And we had our first dinner, talked about it and insured a second one by him stealing the bill and paying for it.
In the first date I learned a lot about him. I saw him outside after that and yes we ended in his apartment. I liked him.
But it never ended there neither did we start talking to each other in public. That was weird. Till this day I still don’t know if it was me or him but it never worked as me and him, publicly.
We had our second date, magic. We talked and talked but this time he was a bit pre occupied. Work haunting him, fair enough. Hours went on, the Barolo wine was fantastic. The convertation ended in a topic off “ have you left someone back in LA?” he did, not just a guy, but a life he was used to.
Fair – it was too early to say if he did like staying in Hongkong or not. But I still liked him- this time a lot. He was sincere and true until he said, there was a friend of his coming from LA.
He did say they had plans but towards the end of the night when his friend was in town, he asked if I can meet up with them. I said yes.
Volume, packed they arrived. But before that I was telling my friends about how I feel about G and how great all of talks and conversations we had. The expensive dinners, the lifestyle, the works. No pretentions, no inhibition and the sex was as honest and sincere as I can imagine. My friends believed me and was happy for me until..
We all caught him kissing his friend, in front of me and my friends, publicly. So tanong ng mga friends, “ano yan?”
Humiliated, embarrassed and disappointed I kept my composure. I started asking, bakit sa akin di nya ginagawa yun? Ni Makita kaming magkasama hindi niya magawa, ni halikan di niya mabigay sa akin and yet, this guy, sa harap nang maraming tao, sa harapan ko pa, after such a date, was kissing this guy?
I was furious, hurt and felt disgraced and cheated on. What was I supposed to say, boyfriend ba ako?
I didn’t get it until the guy spoke while G went to the bathroom and said, “ shit and I have to have sex with that friend and his tiny little dick even if its against my will..”
There it was, the validation I was not expecting to hear. Even more, everyone laughed. I didn’t, but deep inside I knew I had won.
I didn’t speak to him anymore- he said to me I was cruel- was I or was I enjoying the fact that his friend insulted him ? was it more than anything but vengeance?
Is winning the most important thing?
I clearly remember that night I left hurt, betrayed and abandoned. Not knowing exactly what to do and how to react, I moved on and vowed to never trust G again.
But then more than anything, my heart beats of another message- cryptic, it doesn’t make sense at all, I was hurt terribly because I knew from that moment, I more than like him.
Introduction
Many people go through life like it’s a black hole and regret every day that they are in it. They tire themselves endlessly just to finish off a day and get on to the next hoping that it would get better every time. Others simply breeze through it as if nothing really matters except their job and how much work they have to do. These people, agree that 24 hours is never enough and simply wishes that times extends for them.
But for some people, everything is blissful.
I am one of those people, and my name is Ziggy and I live in Hong Kong.
I am designer, a brother, a son, a lover and a friend.
Many people asks me why start a blog?
I started this blog in the hope that I may give justice to this kind of lifestyle, the blissful one that obviously living in this city, many people share the same experiences. I hope that they can pick up something from here that can make their lives a little better.
But for some people, everything is blissful.
I am one of those people, and my name is Ziggy and I live in Hong Kong.
I am designer, a brother, a son, a lover and a friend.
Many people asks me why start a blog?
I started this blog in the hope that I may give justice to this kind of lifestyle, the blissful one that obviously living in this city, many people share the same experiences. I hope that they can pick up something from here that can make their lives a little better.
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