WhatIWant

There comes a time in every man’s life where they have to be truthful and comfortable with themselves and their emotions. He has to come to grips with how he feels, no matter what the repercussions may be or how he will be seen by his peers. He has to stand firm in what he believes and not let anyone influence his opinion or conviction. So the fact of the matter is…

I

LOVE

ASIAN GIRLS.

Yes, it’s true. But not just any Oriental beauty…I want a SUPER ASIAN girl!

Asian like…Tai Chi and Kung Fu.
Asian like…Feng Shui and chopsticks.
Asian like…anime and manga…Naruto, Inu Yasha and Dragonball Z.
A girl that knows what all of those are…and likes them.

Give me Lucy Liu, Kelly Hu, and Brenda Song…but without the perfect English.
Something like Zhang Ziyi, Kim Yuna or any K-pop singer you’ve ever heard of.
I want her so Asian that she bleeds soy sauce and emits laser light shows and bubbly pop music.
I want a girl so Asian that if you were to give her a dress and a sword, she would blend in perfectly on the set of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Martial arts moves included.
So Asian that just bringing up her name brings to mind sexy dragon ladies hidden beneath the makeup of a geisha…but without the makeup. And I could hold her as close as I wanted because of her non-existent breasteses.
So Asian that she would have a tattoo on her back saying Made In China. Or one on her butt that says Made in Taiwan.

A girl that I could take out and enjoy the night with as I stand behind her as she moves to the beat of the music…coming right out of speakers on the DDR machine she’s playing on.
A girl that would be just as at home at a karaoke bar drinking sake as she would in a dark room…playing Starcraft, DragonQuest and Pokemon. Looking up Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards on eBay while she’s burning the newest released movie on a bootleg Blu-Ray disc to watch in a few hours.
I want a girl that slips her L’s into R’s and sometimes her F’s into P’s.
A girl so Asian that she would always try to speak Asian to me…or try to teach me. But I would always ask for subtitles. Even though it’s in person and that’s really not possible…but I still wish it would be…someday.

I want an Asian girl so I can do Asian things…
Like…solve math equations. Learn to play the piano. Not drive well. Or go outside of our comfort zones and do something crazy…like snowboarding. But not too much, because I want to preserve her Asian-ness.

During our first date she would invite me over to meet her parents, LingLing and Jason. Last name Kim, or Lee, or Chen, or Reyes…or something to that effect. And in between eating rice and noodles for dinner, and having halo-halo for dessert…we would discuss Civics, Skylines, 350Zs and Integras.
The times we spend together at her house would consist of watching the latest episode of her favourite Korean drama, drinking green tea, while redoing the HTML coding on her Tumblr and Blogspot.
And one day we’ll get married. Have little kids like Russell from UP and she would hit them…like most Asian parents do. But the way SHE does it…would be complete with a Bruce Lee “HIYYYAAA!” to accompany her jumping crane kick. And we would live happily ever after…unless we starred in a movie where one of us has to eventually die of cancer.

The End.

NowTHISIsALovePoem

Now THIS, is a love poem.
Every person is born into a world of sin. But she rescued me from it.
Because if I ever learned to ask for an angel, she would be the one sent to me.
But in a way I was the one sent to her. Because there is no way I could have met anyone worth mentioning in the same breath as her on my own. Regardless of how fate controls my life, or how God wants events to unfold, or how the wheel spins and my karma earns me a single wish that would come true…she would still have been beyond all of that.
E-Harmony can’t come up with enough questions or commercials to manage something like what we have…because this was a match made in a made up place beyond God’s own version of heaven…because even our heaven has to end.

To anyone else walking down the street, she’s nothing but another Asian.
I can’t even manage to make this sound poetic or complicated because I think pure truth is better than that.
Simply put, she is everything I could ever want in a girl. And that is far from an embellishment.
Each quality that one would deem suitable in a soulmate…she has it.
She is not a supermodel…because in my mind, supermodels model themselves after her.
Hoping to be beautiful…but all they manage is an imitation of everything that makes her…her.
Except that what they find is only on the outside, so they’re only the chocolate coating.

During all the times my dad gave me the silent treatment…she was the one that kept me sane.
School suspensions? No guilt trip included, because she knew me enough to know that nothing could make a difference more than what she still thought of me.
No matter how horrible I did in school, she still thought I was smart. I think she still does, even though the only thing I do now is write poetry and sit around in film and drama all day. I guess you could say I’m an artsy type…but I say that’s because she rubbed off on me. No, she’s not a visual artist…she’s just a work of art unsurpassed by any man-made character on television meant to be perfect…I’m surprised even God was able to make her.
So every Sunday as I’m praying in church…I close my eyes and there she is next to me.
Not knowing that in a way, I’m praying for someone just like her.

In a few more years when I’m finished with school and I’m working for a living…
I promise that I will buy you a house. Take you to the spa just because it’s a Thursday.
Send you to the Philippines for however long you want.
Get you a maid and a cook so you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.
Be your maid and cook so I can show you I’m willing to do the dirty work to make you happy.
Anything you want, because no matter how hard I try…
I will never be able to repay you for everything you have done for me.
It’s been a few years since I’ve even thought about you this much and I’m sorry.
Because everyday, you only get closer and closer to being a saint in my eyes.
And I’m here…trapped between a monster and a person far too deep in darkness.

Because when all else fails, I will love you until there’s no more hurt and you couldn’t handle anymore love. If I ever saw you cry I would be the first person to punch the reason for it, in the face…I don’t care if it’s an inanimate object or a person…if it’s an event, then I’ll just punch the air or something.
See, if life has taught me anything…it’s not to overlook what’s right in front of you. Appreciate everything for what it is because nothing will stay the same forever. Though you and forever coincide in my eyes, because even when I have a wife and all 4 kids I asked for named like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, you will always come first. When you leave me, I will dedicate the rest of my life to making you happy.
So I thought I’d make sure I didn’t let you slip through my fingers and just tell you the same thing I tell you everyday.

I love you mama.