Firstly, let's just say there was suppose to be a reunion dinner going on at 7.30pm. So what I did was, I went for basketball training at 4pm. Planning to arrive back at 6.30pm, taking a shower, preparing myself. After getting ready, my friend messaged me at 7pm. Half an hour before the meeting. She couldn't make it. Another friend as well. So, our reunion with a head count of 5 was voided.
So much for ditching my friend to come back early, only to be denied the chance of rejoicing with my friends once again. And I really feel like saying this now...
The reason one of my friends couldn't make it, was because she had some problems with her current boyfriend. She sent me a msg on facebook, one which I have no intention of replying. Her current relationship with her boyfriend is at a menopausal state. That would be an understatement as well. For their relationship issues occur more frequently. He has broken her heart on multiple occasions. So many that the number of fingers and toes added together may not have even reach half of the actual amount.
At first, I was supportive of their relationship. Asking her to take things lightly and not treat everything like the end of the world. Time after time, after countless arguments, she stuck by him. At the point where I don't even want to know of her problems anymore. And for the past few months, all I ever wanted for them was to break up.
Give it up already. I don't think anyone, not even themselves can see their own future in months time. It's annoying. And because of a quarrel, for god's sake whoever knows what happened, the reunion had to be cancelled. Last minute. Oh well. ><
The only reason that she's still stuck with him, is the possibility of them participating in sexual congress. I'm not gonna speculate anymore on that.
~ Sadly, another reason I went early was so that I could catch a glimpse of her. However, for the entire two and a half hours that I've been there, she didn't appear. Oh well. =)
Some things just aren't meant to be. ~
Day = Hate.
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