teleport would be useful here

Both of them are exchange students. She is from Japan while his Canadian. We were waiting for cab when someone mentioned about her being in a relationship with him, finally. The girls are fairly excited about the whole event and they chipped away.

I beg to differ; the first thought in my mind is that the relationship will come to an end one day. Imagine you are in a relationship with someone across the globe, how would that be considered a relationship instead of intense emotional torture? This is not a fairy tale, happy endings are for the exceptions and we are the rule.

None of them asked for my two cents of course, and I have learned that if you have nothing nice to say about a relationship, just keep your mouth tight and shut; if you are asked, you are obliged to say only positive comments. Obviously no one would need my pragmatic view; a side of me Jacys claimed girls would hate me for and I agree.

According to her, he is going to try to get into exchange programme, only this time to Japan. I have no idea how long the e-mails, phone calls, chatting or skpe-ing are going to fuel their relationship but eventually do they not require the real presence of the other half, their soul mate standing in front of them?

All the lonely nights and they are left with only memories, sweet past memories instead of cuddling and be in each others’ arms. All the intimate acts of their friends would only remind of their unfortunate, not so? And admiring the same moon under the same sky at a different place is not romantic, because they are struck with it. Who would admit their grapes are actually sour?

The more sacrifices one made in a relationship, the harder it is to move on. One of them will fall for someone else sooner or later, and what about the other previous destined half? Long distance relationship requires more commitment, dedication and effort than usual; ultimately one of them would reach the point of burned out.

It does not hurt to be realistic sometimes. The chemicals in their brain are going to wear-off one day, a matter of time, and so what then? Who could they turn to?

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if i could just hate you

Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. With love, there is no hate; without love, there comes hate. They complement, made complete and perfect each other. Love becomes hatred when love is nowhere to be found, the love-hate relationship.

Relationships do not end well most of the time. One would try to mend the broken heart but when all means fail, the attempts, efforts and sacrifices made only act to fuel the hatred. Words are suddenly being hurled around; names are being called; and feelings are still being exchanged, only this time it is hatred.

Both eventually went on their separate ways; feeling disgusted with their old self for falling in love with the one once considered their soul mate, their destiny. They vow not to cross path again, everything has comes to an end and put to rest. All communication ceases.

Everything we did, every action, behavior, thoughts and feelings has to have a meaning attached to it, a reason, or an explanation. No one wants to be a fool. We lied to ourselves if we must, so that we could drown in another emotion if we have to.

Hatred makes it easier; hatred reduces the pain and makes the pain a little more bearable. Hatred is a justification for the intense emotion we once felt, love could be so vivid and striking that we need a stronger, an emotion of higher intensity to bury the old affection. We just want and desire to forget.

It is easier to remember than to forget; it is easier to cling on than to let go; just like it is easier to blame others than to look in ourselves. Feelings will fade once we decided to loosen our grips; time will heal almost every damn wound. It will heal despite leaving a scar.

There will be a time when you do not even remember the trigger for the unfortunate cascade of events that follows. That is the funny bit, we forgot what we were fighting for in the first place; we just lost ourselves in the midst of battle where we just too busy defending ourselves. Hurting others is better than being hurt.

Old wounds from the past hit us in the balls, the very part hurts the most when you least expect it.

When there is no hatred, is there any love in the past? Promises were left as promises, never to be accomplished.

MY THOUGHTS

Long story short, a boy shared two things just now.


“According to b**le, it is a blessing to her and her family when we are together.”
“I knew it was a blessing for me when we broke up.”


I kept quiet although I disagree. The very first thought in my mind, “How could he think that he is on the losing side?”.

Relationship is not a business or a transaction and certainly his relationship is not some ill-fated or fail-to-profit business.

I believe both people should be held responsible for any break up that happened. Just like what the famous Chinese proverb said, “You can’t clap using just one hand”.

That reminds me to what miss E said to me one night
“Please do not hate her”
We were talking about past relationships.
I was like “Huh?”
still trying to understand the-out-of-a-sudden-words she said at that time.
I guess she is just being herself, a girl’s perspective.

Another time, miss E asked me
“How long does it take for a boy to forget the girl?”
I replied “Two months?”
She looked at me with a little disappointment in her face “So quick?”
I continued “I think two months is still a little too long.”


Well, EASIER SAID THAN DONE. There wouldn’t be a correct answer to her Q. Whole world seems to collapse and breakups are tough. Most of the time, let bygones be bygones.

Time will heal the wound. Eventually you will forgive. Life still goes on.

I do realize that when someone is in love, they tend to blog about all the sweet and touching things about love. When time is tough, they blog about all the difficulties and obstacles along the journey and when they end a relationship, they blog about they would rather remain single and never involved in a relationship. The honey and poison.

That is life.

End.