Tough luck

Brought together by God and Fate,
Separated by circumstance.

Love.

It could happen to you, too. 

Alone

"If you were meant to be alone, why not just be alone with me? :)"

Seriously, I've been thinking. There really is nothing more for me to say or for you to hear.  We've been through hell and we made it through.

We've seen each other's worst sides and we still tolerate each other.   We've survived a fire, a board exam, jealousy fits, a robbery, my near death experience, and fear of being traded for a grill who shall not be named.

We've bargained and compromised beyond what we thought we are capable of. We've survived that dreaded argument about money and still manage to rib each other over who would pay for dinner.

We surpassed what most married couple could not.  Don't you think that is achievement enough?

I think the key is perspective.

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I believe in miracles and the stars.  I believe that something great is waiting for me.  I don't want to leave because I believe that it's you and I want you to one day see that greatness with me.

One Day

Being out sick allowed me to watch several films. I like sappy rom-coms and no-brainer comedies. I always thought that life's already too complicated for me to get ideas and over think things. 

One Day stars Anne Hathaway (Princess Diaries, Love and Other Drugs) and Jim Sturgess (Across the Universe).  The story revolves around their relationship and what occurs on a particular day (July 15th) of every year for 20 years.  Sometimes they're together, sometimes they're not. It's interesting really.  I'm thinking that with all the journals I have lying around, I could actually create something similar.  The thing is, my life isn't even remotely interesting as theirs. 

The film stirred up the recurrent thought I've had about being in the future then looking back.

Where would I be a year from now?
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December 31, 2011 9:54pm

A cup of h0t ch0c0late on a rainy day. A work free day. A pair of red fitflops. A nice pair of jeans. And a frap once a wk delivered by a bedimpled slim lady ;-)

Perks of a Wallflower

How I wish the movie didn't end.

I was watching the movie while sipping Gilbeys and smoking Marlboro Blacks. I was exchanging messages with my beloved of 20 months. 

We've been falling apart and breaking up became our monthly debate.  We managed to prolong things for 9 more months since we first began talking about splitting up.

The conversation began with me full of love and Love reciprocating.  Of us watching the filmfest together.  Of me inviting my friends to come with.  Then it began.  The saddest of all seasons. The final break up.

Everything is perfect.  Everything really is. We love each other but we just couldn't be together.  It's not what Love wants anymore.  When we came into an agreement, the movie ended. 

I never got around to typing our love story.  It ended before I was able to finish it. 

January 1 it is. 

2012, you've been a cruel fucker.