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Thursday, September 2, 2010 @ 10:55 PM

Joy rang me up earlier and asked to Zouk tomorrow night.

Initially, the plan was Mambo next Wed to hold a belated birthday gathering for two of the girls and to sorta "celebrate" the final day of my block module(yupp, after the 8th is recess week and 18th will be my behavioral science paper).

But, one of the birthday girl(let's call her G) is going through a rough break-up recently and she requested to "go crazyyyy" tmr night instead. I was disheartened when I heard the news from Joy. It was tough for the couple during the first few months and they had to date on the sly because G's parents couldn't agree to their relationship. You know, I still remember G's vivid expression a month ago when she told us there was no need to date secretly anymore because her parents finally accepted her BF. She was full of smiles and happy thoughts. And I was really happy for her. I mean, I've heard so much about them and stuff.. struggled through long distance for a year, then the parents saga, separated and patched up a couple of times...sighh.

I hate to hear of break ups as much as I hate not having my hair washed before sleeping. But, aren't we all just pathetic humans waiting for the next blow to our fragile soul? To quote Shakespeare's "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." We all know the beginning, how the story pans out and finally the ending. It is just so hard to let your guard down. Yet, we still go forth acting out the same ol' plot oblivious to the fact that for a story to be a fairytale, it takes more than just Love itself. Then again, fairy tales don't exist (IMO at least).

This is one of the times when the cynic in me, battles my optimistic take on matters of the heart and won. Crap.

"Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for."
-Bob Marley-

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Honestly, what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is dandy
We are what we don't see
Miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
- Nelly Furtado's All Good Things ( Come To An End)

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