Monday, 24 August 2009

Destruction...

Last week someone asked me..."are there things that she might do that will turn you off?"

I thought for a while and then answered, "maybe...if she will do drugs..."

Ate did not answered. She told me the story.

Wasn't really gruesome. Her ascend to popularity was an open book. Everyone knows how hardworking she was. How talented she had become.

But then, only recently, someone passed away. Then it started to happen.

I can only blame the people closest to her. They gave her the substance. It had been a while.

Now she's hooked.

I asked why now? Why self-destruct now? After getting back on track? After being able to weather all the other pains of the past. After being able to stay on top?

There was no answer. I don't think there will be answers to my questions now.

This self-destruction has got to stop but I can't stop it for her...she has to do it for herself.

She has to surrender herself wholeheartedly for detox.

I started praying for her...praying that the Lord will shield her loved ones from this self-destruction...and pray that she will find the light and get back on track again.

Nothing and no one can truly destroy us in this life...only ourselves.

The magic 8 ball...


Of the last few weeks, break ups had been surrounding me.

Too many couples in my circles had broken up and chose solitary life.

And while there are too many dramatic mantras that plagued me...there were actually several funny sidelights to it.

One of them was this friend of mine who couldn't get over an ex of almost four months.

Ha. Ha.

One day he called the gang to join him for coffee only to find out that it was actually a call for the breakdown scene.

Geesh. I have never seen him cry with matching shoulder movements as if I'm watching one of the up-and-coming actresses of the silverscreen.

Problem is, the scene isn't really what you call cinematic.

Anyways, the breakdown scene lasted for about three hours and then the gang called it a night.

But then again, we were fooled into thinking that breakdown boy has consumed all his tears and thoughts on the breakup and would now be able to move on.

This afternoon, he went to the mall and bought the magic 8 ball.

Yes, the ball you shake to get answers like "Yes" "Definitely" "My sources say no", etc which puts the old coin toss -head for a yes vs tail for a no- decision-making process.

This time, the magic 8 ball gives so many interesting answers whenever you throw a question.

Unfortunately for the ball, our breakdown boy kept asking questions like..."are we going to get back together?"..."does he want me to surprise him on our 4th monthsarry?"...."would he be happy to see me on friday?"....and so on and so forth so help me God.

I was laughing by myself on the bus whenever I get a text update from the gang on the question and the interesting answer that the ball has given.

Question is...does he really need the magic 8 ball? when in fact, the only question that really matters are :

Does he still love him?

Does he want to see him again?

To which the only answer is NO.

Sad but true. My friend, the breakdown boy had been given the answer and yet didn't want to take the answer...resorted to a breakdown scene..tried to dry up his tears and spent money to alter the answer his ex has given him.

To think that it was only almost four months.

I wonder how many magic 8 balls will he get if their relationship went beyond the almost four months before he broke up with him.

And I'm sad for the magic 8 ball...mainly because he will be overused until such time he accepts that no matter what the magic 8 ball say...the ex's answer will always be NO.