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Music 4 Mondays (12): The one about angsty love

I remember watching this particular episode of Sex and the City where Carrie wonders out loud if there really is the One guy out there for everybody. And that if a relationship has failed, did it mean that the One had gotten away or just that he wasn’t really the One afterall?

I’ve always wondered about that myself. While the notion that the One exists out there is tempting, the practical side of me says that with a gazillion people in the world, there can never be the One. We either continue searching for the perfect guy for us, or we remain happy and contented with the One we have.

That’s not to say that we should set our standards low and be happy with any prick that comes along. I think there’s a balance to be had, where all your wants and needs are nicely met without extreme indulgence.

So do you just know it?

Maybe Carrie was right when she said, “Maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we’ve been given and accessorize what we’ve got.”

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

Collide by Howie Day

Friends, The organised chaos

The magic of everyday

They were walking on ahead of me, slowly and in no obvious hurry. The world, on the other hand, whirled around them, edging past them, flying to their destinations. I watched them walk, as I slowed my footsteps to a mere stroll to keep up with them.

Because I was intrigued and fascinated by them — two people who bear obvious ravages of time on their lined faces, whose stooped bodies show the deterioration of youth, who are still so enamored of each other judging by the tight clasps of their hands and the loving looks on their faces as they glance down at each other.

It never ceases to amaze me how people could still be so in love after so many years, still enjoy the intimacy of each other despite having outgrown the hot flushes of youth.

How do relationships withstand the trials of time, anyway? How do we keep on feeling the way we did when we realized that he or she is our partner for life? How do we always capture the frisson that we encountered when we first held hands, locked lips, wrapped our arms around each other?

It actually boils down to one little word: Effort.

Magic, unlike in the fantasy worlds of Harry Potter and Dragonlance, does not exist on its own. It needs to be recreated, over and over again, so that it never becomes stale. The initial chemistry may spark off something but it always requires that extra effort for two people to constantly keep it bubbling.

The best thing is, I do not have to look further than my surroundings to know that such magic exists. I look at Fur, whose significant other had surprised her on her birthday by flying back from Shanghai and miraculously decorating a hotel room with the works all in the space of one day. I look at the Popartgirl, whose Joker boyfriend had posed a mystery to her in the days leading to her birthday, which finally culminated in the fashionable gift of an iPod nano (4GB to boot).

It’s nice to know that romance isn’t dead.

Happy birthday dear tootch!
Have fun with your fashionable white electronics toy.