Lovesick Weekend

I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, On love

Is it really that hard to fall in love? Maybe the real question is "Why it it so hard to find the one?" 
(Of course, you know I'm not referring to Jet Li.)

It's an interesting conundrum and it came to my attention simply because I found some of my friends' 
lovesickess contagious this weekend. Annabs introduced me to a song called "Wreck of the Day" by 
Anna Nalick. I found it extremely sad - and I thought about the partnership of Batman and Joel Lamangan, 
fairy tales, and chess.

If you're not so familiar with them, Joel Lamangan is a director of uberly cheesy (and trite) movies. 
While Batman is how we (my friends and I) refer to the upstairs person or The Power That Is 
(derived from "Bahala na si Batman"). To compensate for lazy typing we'll refer to them as Joel and 
Batman.

Back to the subject. They came to mind because I wondered how the story of our lives are written 
"up there". Not to be rude to Batman, but sometimes our stories just become so trite it all 
becomes a movie by Joel. Take a friend of mine for example - we'll call her... uhm... Hippo 
- she's been "playing games" with some guy (we won't give him an alias since he's basically irrelevant). 
Now that she's grown tired of playing, she can't find the courage to ask him what they are to 
each other: just playmates? Or something more special?

I'm sure we've all cursed Joel into oblivion atleast once in our lives and that's if you're lucky and 
found the person whose feet fit the one shoe you're holding. The truth is, only the extremely 
lucky ever find their princes and princesses (preferrably only one per person). The problem is, we 
go through several fairy tales with bad endings. Only the hope that the happy ending exists keep 
us hoping and waiting and loving. I wouldn't really suggest that you see a fairy tale everywhere 
since you'd be wearing your heart on your sleeve every single time. There's a reason why the 
heart was placed in the middle of the chest cavity with skin, muscle, and bone protecting it. 
It's fragile and breaks easily. Wearing it on your sleeve all the time will be like holding an 
antique vase with your two pinky fingers. Though if you clam up, you won't be able to let somebody in. 
Catch 22.

Another thing I'd like to point out is chess. Hippo's just tired of waiting for the checkmate. Who'd want 
to play chess with somebody who can't make a move for weeks and won't agree to the "Touch Move" 
rule? It's a given perhaps once you agree to play the game. It's extremely hard to find somebody you 
can play chess with - one who plays fair and won't cheat when you're not looking.