It's been a while since i've been tested like this. And now i realize that im not up to it.
I remember blazing hot afternoons where i'd be on a tennis court blasting balls like no tomorrow, sweating bullets and guts and more, running like a white guy in a horror flick...
... And i could do it from 2pm to 6pm. No prob.
Saturday came and i prepped with the usual ritual. 2 eggs in the morning with cereal and extra milk. Light stretching. Go to work, and be in the office at 9am. Work until 130pm. Have a light lunch, usually just a piece of bread and some milo. Meet up with zs at 3pm. And then we'd try to kill each other on the court, and anyone else who would be with us.
This saturday, I was a mess. Couldnt run, couldnt move well, couldnt concentrate, couldnt do a lot of things. It was the heat. The smoldering sun. The same sun that had beat down on me at a time that seemed like aeons ago. I am not the player that i used to be. And it sucked to feel that way.
Anyway, i just got back from a MacD dinner at NUS and it was punctuated with us having dinner right next to this couple who were discussing the recent number of breakups that they've heard about. What? Is this the time of year when pple breakup?? Is it the weather? Or those pesky MayFlies that spawn during the summer? Probably. Those things are nasty and have only a few hours to live, so they just spawn, do lots of fucking and then die. Not a good metaphor for a relationship.
Well, they girl was going on about how her friend couldnt concentrate bcos her bf broke with her and she was probably gg to fail her exams. And for a second, they were considering skipping exams as a solution to the problem.
I used to be in that seat.
And this was not too long ago either. There was a time when a breakup would RUIN a person, turn him/her to mush and an utter blob of nothingness. Shrivel up with a grape in an oven. A time when talking about a relationship was about connection and chemistry and appeal and making romantic smses and all. Now the conversation seems to fall to only a few Q&As.
Got money?
Got looks?
Can get anot?
And that would be the end of discussion.
But looking back and comparing, im amazed at how LITTLE it actually mattered. So he broke up with you. Tell u something, dear, in a few years, u'll be out there doing stuff, working, having responsibilities crashing down on you, money will be coming in. You'll be able to buy just about anything you want, you'll be free. And ALL men will want you.
Same to the guys. You'll be in positions of power (yes, the workplace is STILL sexist and racist), and making decisions that will rock. You'll get high watching your financial figures. You'll have money and be able to spend it on anything. You'll have that car - easy. And ALL the women will want you.
And im serious.
And the crap that you're going thru NOW, you'll be laughing about how it didnt matter at all LATER. Trust me on that...
In the meantime, it's more training for me. I still need to recapture the glory days. The goal is still the same - 10 aces per match.
Im such a parody...
Song of the day is "All These Things That I've Done" by the Killers...
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