Friday, January 26, 2007Y
// take.me.out.to.the.ballgame
adapted from SATCwhen u live on a tiny island, the odds of bumping into the one who broke ur heart r incredibly high. the odds of bumping into him when u look like shit, r even higher. after a break-up, certain streets, locations, even times of day r off limits. the city becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional landmines. u have to be very careful with where u step. or u cud be blown to pieces."it takes half the total time u went out with someone to get over them." - Charlotte (well, i took more than the total time. still. *sigh*)while my fren was busy talking bout her ballgame, i cudn't help but wonder bout my own -- well, in MY case -- 6 yrs in malaysia (counted after i had my puberty. lol), 4 yrs in japan, countless dates, 2 not-so-real relationships, and ONE serious -- all ending in breakup.if i were a ball player, i'll be batting err.. whatever really bat is. u know what the odds of catching a foul ball r? i didn't. but i cudn't help but wonder if they were any higher than finding a relationship that wud last.as i was thinking about the new yankee, i began to worry about the ramifications of my day. were we supposed to get over an ex in a slow painful way? or shud we just ignore the bad feeling and throw urself in the game? in a world where leaving each other seems to be getting more n more frequent, what r the break-up rules?guy A: whatever u do, man, don't cry.. coz if u do get back together again, then like, u r the guy that cried. *laughing*woman B: don't call or see him till 3 months has passed. that's how long it takes to lose the weight u put on when u were breaking up."give her whatever she wants. but don't sign a motherfucking thing", says guy C."change ur name, change ur phone number, change ur job, they're all bumps." - woman Dwhile i was putting on my necklace, i thought i've destroyed all the evidence. but there it was -- we'd taken it with a disposable camera before it ever come to me that we can be disposable as well. it was then n there, i created my own very 1st breakup rule : destroy all pictures where he looks sexy. n u look happy.when u r on a date (or a rebound), breakup rule no.2: lie. it's a lot easier than admitting that's y u invited the new yankee. n, y u max out ur credit card to buy the new dress.sometimes we find ourself just can't stop talking bout the other sex. it is always have to be about them? *sigh*breakup rule no.3: until emotionally stabilized, enter NO stores.(n just when Miranda decided that she was the only woman that has a real perspective on men, there he was, mr. asshole, the former love of her life, walking hand-in-hand with the woman he left her for.)breakup rule no.4: never stop thinking about him even for a moment.bcoz that's the moment he'll appear. as he made his way to the crowd, i felt calm. i had accomplished the perfect 1st meeting -- i look good, i felt good, n i was with the new yankee.n finally,the most important breakup rule -- no matter who broke ur heart, or how long it takes to heal, u'll never get through it without ur frens. (this is so TRUE!)
well, i might see that there's a new shine, a new hope -- and better, too! *smiles*
