Survivor 20 something---Day 1

Ok. here goes my 1st ever blog. It's meant to be cathartic and slightly... ok very, narcicisstic and feminist. But I'm not apologetic. haha. AB+ bloodtype people are never apologetic for anything.

Well, anyway, I shall introduce the whole idea of the turbulent twenties. It all started like this...

The story goes back to a month or so ago when Daryl, my boyfriend of 2 years, told he he was seeing someone new, a fresh-grad mortgage consultant by the name of ah Jo. To cut the long story short, we still saw each other a lot because we couldn't take the change of lifestyle that this revelation brought upon us. Both he and I couldn't bear not seeing each other. At times I would ignore him for want of a REAL closure but 2 days later, he would extend his 'friendship' and I would be weak and would see him. Then we would get closer which leads to me having expectations of him, which then scares him away. The cycle repeated itself over and over, especially during the weekends when he saw Jo.

This morning, I finally had enough of the never-ending circle and decided to end it once and for all. I accosted his new squeeze. I like that word--- accosted. And daryl decided to never speak to me again. Just as well. It's finally CLOSURE.

*roll eyes* you're thinking whatever right?

But Ju and I came up with this concept. From our halcyonic JC and pre-uni days, WE finally grew up to be fully-fledged 21 years old adults. We have all been unceremoniously THRUST into the heaving, crashing ocean of the 20-somethings.

By none other than MANkind.

While others sail smoothly and peacefully into their 20 something years, we came crashing down into the reality that IS this era. Death of a loved one, heartbreak, work woes, uncertainties.... That's what we face now. It's sad isn't it? I didn't want to grow up but I have. I feel like Peter Pan who grew up and left the brilliant childhood behind now and who's now full of bitter regret.

Something died in me when Daryl left--- the truely happy and carefree kid inside me. I always said if one day we really had to separate, I would treat it as a loved one has gotten terminal cancer and died. But I can't cope with this particular 'death'. Not in my mind. Not in my heart.

Alright. I'm a bloody stupid lovefool. But everyone's gotta be foolish once in their lives so they'll learn and smarten up. I'm more discerning now and won't settle for BLAH relationships or lame dates. When I truely commit again, it will be with a person who can fill my heart with joy and love. Not exasperation and anxiety.

Anyway, Day 1 was pretty ok. Ju and I went to Parkway to rent VCDs and we ate ICE-CREAM after that! YAY! Watched 'Something's Gotta Give' later and had dinner and a long talk on the male species in general. It's great that Auntie Penny thinks both Ju and I are gorgeous and our boyfriends are STUPID FOOLS to give us up!

Ok. Enough ranting for the day. turbulent twenties day has made me sleepy. Before I go, here's a little aphorism I got today from the movie You've Got Mail.

"People tell me that change is normal, change is good. But all they're saying is that something that I didn't want to happen HAS happened."

Accept it dears. that's life. embrace the turbulent twenties.