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Thursday, June 10, 2004


Words, words, words 

Day Two of Jubilate has come and gone.

I like busy days.
Even though they tire me out physically, being busy keeps me on my toes and more importantly, it stops me from thinking.

Recently, someone close to me made the decision to break up with her partner. On paper, he was everything a girl would need - independent, caring, financially and emotionally stable, easy going etc. But she gave it up despite all his qualities. Her explanation was that she didn't feel the same connection with him as she did with her ex-boyfriend. If she never does find the same intense chemistry in another man, then so be it.

That was like a flash of lightning striking my brain. All of a sudden, questions are racing across my mind and a cacophony of voices are speaking in my head, all of them saying different things.

Was that the right thing to do?
Was it too idealistic?
Isn't it better to be loved than to love?
Is this idea of "chemistry" a myth or something of a miracle?
Should the one you love most be the one who loves you most?
Is he, ideally, the one you should be with?
Does he even exist?

So many questions.
So little answers.

It must be the late night talking.


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Paint The Silence - South from "Music From the O.C. Mix 1 [SOUNDTRACK]" by Various Artists

yAnn at 6/10/2004 04:09:00 AM

"Compared with me, a tree is immortal;

And a flowerhead not tall, but more startling

And I want one's longevity and the other's daring."

-- Sylvia Plath's "I am Vertical"