1.20pm. It is the perfect Sunday. It is cold, grey, wet and yucky outside. I can be miserable in bed all day *yay*- all hail the inventor of laptops.
Guys, Fish and Relationships. For the life of me i cannot explain why this has been playing on my mind the whole weekend. I guess there is a paradox, no doubt a slight one? Ben has this theory, that guys are like fish; there are many types of fish out there, some of better quality than others,like guys, some are better than others and with every new relationship, you taste a more expensive fish everytime. The ultimate is the sharks fin, that is the one you catch and don't throw it back. Too bad however logical his theory sounds, life would be a lot cheerier if guys and relationships were more like gWeN's goldfish theory. Fish and gWeN have no fate. We cannot co-exist. When the fish is dead and stale (the longest time a fish lived when i was around isn't even 24 hrs), without a tear or a frown, happily IT(fishes have no names) gets flush it down the toilet. No regrets, no turning back, no heartaches and no heartbreak for what could've been. If only guys and relationships were a little more like the lifecycle of a fish in my life...