Rollercoaster Ride

Last Monday. we were welcomed to the biggest trendy-geek  playground in New York. While Johanna and I played some ping-pong, fond memories of playing with my dad and kuya came rushing back. They were both ping-pong champions in their schools, and  according to my classmates at Ateneo’s table tennis class, I was really good myself. It felt nice to beat them at some sport, hahaha.

So now, I really miss ping-pong and I wish I could play it everyday. So whoever would be kind and resourceful enough to set up a table in my living room, or my front yard, here in New York (they say it’d fit), would get a lot of plus points. And if he or she sets up someone for me to play with too, it would be highly and deeply appreciated. (I already asked my roommate and she doesn’t play.) So please send the table and the other player with it asap.

When what isn’t good enough for you, is good enough for everyone else.

Some girls just have the upper hand. Boys want to be with them, men want to marry them. Dominant and strong, firm and assertive, they don’t if they don’t want to, and won’t if they don’t want you.

For some reason, big or small, we just have to say or show, that we don’t feel the same way.

Some of the men are so clueless or confused though, that up-to-date authors have to start writing "She’s Just Not That Into You."

Last night I joked that A and C would be the leaders, if not the only members of this club.

But after a while, I remembered the string of guys I’ve met and rejected. It sounds awful, and ’sorry’ is all there was to say. But if for any consolation, or to equalize our rights and hurts, my heart has been broken -  or bitten  - too. I used to think that it usually is the better-looking half that does the breaking, and the other that does the healing. But that’s an artificial concept.   But if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then why do many eyes agree on a single person? Should I be as brave to say that the number of hearts you break is directly proportional to how attractive you are?

We all know that the men and women we want cannot want us all back - at least not in that sense. And so, Aiza Sugerra’s hopeful song, "Pagdating ng Panahon" or Barry Manilow’s "Somewhere Down the Road" don’t really sing true.

We just must admit that we are all members of the all-inclusive "Heartbreakers’ Club." Now as agressor, then as defender, we just can’t help it. We all just have to take a trip to an exotic place we’ve never been, to help us move along…

Don’t you just hate it when the plane you’re on makes so many stopovers before you reach your destination? At this point, I’ve made stopovers in  Dublin, Atlanta, Philadelphia, Old San Juan, and Tel Aviv. And the lay over depends on the length of time I mull over the area. Hopefully, the plane takes flight again soon; though I don’t know where it’s headed. It just sucks when you think you’re going the distance, and you actually say you’re in for the ride. But when the person you’re visiting says goodbye, you have no choice but to wave goodbye back.

2 divided by 2 = 1.