At the End of the Day

I am feeling rather melancholic. I suspect it has something to do with the cold I’ve had the last couple days. I feel tired, really tired. I think I need a holiday. I need to just sit at home and do nothing all day, for a number of days. I’m not even inspired to plan a trip or do any travelling or anything. I just want to be a bum for a few weeks. It is well sha. Ok. Right, so now that I’ve got my pity party out of the way, it’s on to other news.


A friend of mine is getting married soon. I’m absolutely thrilled for her. Theirs is a typical boy meets girl story and the rest is history. Like I said, I’m thrilled for her, but it also got me thinking about her relationship history and the saying about the race not always being to the swift. It’s so true. You see, my friend is a really pretty girl, really pretty, as in the kind with looks that can stop traffic. So as you can imagine that there have been quite a few guys in the past who were eager and willing to slap a ring on her finger. In the years I’ve known her, she’s been mostly fortunate in the whole relationship department in the sense that most of her toasters were absolutely crazy about her. I’m mean seriously.

There was the one who would take a day long bus trip from one end of the country to another just so he could spend a day or two with her when she was carrying out her National Youth Service. The one who was such an absolute sweetheart that I and a few of our mutual friends used to call him our collective boyfriend because he was so kind to us, the one who once burst into tears when talking about how much he loved her to a mutual friend, the ones who spoilt her silly and indulged her every whim. The list is endless. So the other day, I was remembering all these guys and the things they had done and all I could think was “Na wa o, so at the end of the day, nothing for them sha’. LOLLLL!

Call me silly if you will, but I do find it really intriguing that none of all that matters now, that she didn’t end up with one of her previous admirers, but with a really down to earth guy whom she met , fell in love with and got engaged to all in about a year. I wonder if any or how many of the exes know about her impending nuptials, between the engagement announcement and the actual wedding is a period of about six months. So it’s very likely that by the time they find out, she’ll have changed her last name and be been sporting some new bling. I am half amused by this; the other half of me however feels slightly sorry for a few of them. I guess they’ll eventually meet their own spouses and settle down happily ever after, because at the end of the day, I really feel like things are working out the way that they should.

My friend seems really happy, happier than in any of her previous relationships. Her man seems besotted (as usual) and from what she’s told me her family really loves him. I wish them many years of bliss.

I’m really curious though about how often what happened with my friend happens every day. I wonder how many people leave a bloody trail of broken hearts along their path to the altar, how many of them are completely oblivious and how many later have regrets.

I once read somewhere that a surprising number of brides wake up on the morning of their weddings longing for a lost love. Thinking to themselves, ‘oh if only I were marrying John today instead of Peter’. Yikes. I wonder if some men feel the same way. But seriously, what on earth possesses people to marry people they don’t really love? So many questions, not a whole lot of answers.

Anyways, I hereby dedicate this post to anyone who has been brave enough to wait for the right person and not settle for less or cave into societal expectations. I also dedicate this post to everyone who has found a right person. I truly wish them all the best. Now what I really need to do is get of blogger and start filing my leave application.

Cheers