Unrequited Love: Pathetic or Romantic?

by farah_prong@yahoo.com.my

I am always interested in this topic. Unrequited love can also be said as un-returned or in harsh word, unwanted love. I believe that most of us used to harbor the feeling for that someone that you knew you couldn't have.

My mum said that she rather had the person that love you rather than you loving someone who did not love you. However, I believe that if the situation is reversed, then, I will be in the same shoes as the person that love me. I mean, look at this in this way. Person A loves me while I love Person B. If I accepted Person A, wouldn't that give me the chance that I might have if Person B's mum ask him to do the same; accept those who love you rather than you love someone who doesn't love you back? You get me?

Lots of us do have this experience. It might not even be in reality, it could be just in your dreams or fantasy. You could have unrequited love as absurd as loving Lee Junki and expected something back in return.

I know, I know....that is me and my situation. (wink) ekekekeke

However, my point is that all people have experieced this situation. For those who have succeeded in their quest, I congratulate you. For those who didn't make it, I know you feeling. I have been there, done that.

I mean, I have been in this situation once. When I rememberred it back, it was pathetic and really stupid. But at that time, I was like,

'Who cares!? I love him and that is it!'

and

But now...

Remembering it gives me pure embarassment. I don't know, maybe I have the face as thick as the China Wall, thus, I can still face him and talk as if nothing had happened. This guy must think,

'Wow! Muka dier mesti tebal gle'

Ekekekeke....

But remembering that stupid old times gives you laughters, tears and yes, humilation as well. However, it is sweet. I mean, you get to learn how to fall in love, confess it, wait for it for nearly 4 years for a definite rejection and still hold on to it.

In my case, time heals. I get better. I forgot about him and my little and so big crush is finally over. Although from time to time, I still think about him, however, the feeling is no longer there. I no longer have the stupid back flip or summersault in my stomach everytime I remembered him. I no longer have that jealousy upon seeing the beautiful women that he have as friends in Friendster....ekekeke....and most of all, I do not longer have the tired feeling of waiting, waiting and keep on waiting for something; for some miracles to happen. I am relieved about the later part. Waiting is so difficult. It hurts. The wound still bleeds.

But I am healing. The wound is still there, the pang of sadness upon the final rejection still hurts but the pain is fading away. I just hope that there will be a person that could cover the wound perfectly and kissed the pain away.

All of my friends said that I am pathetic. Waiting for someone that didn't love me. However, at that time, I felt as if it is romantic. Silly yes, but it was when I was still small and stupid.

However,

the real question is, is unrequitted love romantic or pathetic?

Okay.

That's it.

See you when we'll see you.

I panicked...

by powerangers_08@yahoo.com


Why, oh, why do you have to talk about first love all of a sudden... Oh, man... This won't turn out good.

='(



But, ok, I'll talk about mine too.
My first crush was during when I was at standard 4. When I was 10 years old. It sounds silly, but I still remember the feeling until now, seriously. You're familiar with love at the first sight, right? So, yeah. But me and him could only see each other during Sekolah Agama for we both did not study at the same Junior School. And being the timid person that I was, I kept all by myself. Only 2 on my closest friends knows about this, but not because I told them. They noticed it by my stares towards the boy. A bit embarrassing, if you ask me. Here I thought I've hidden it well. Huhu..

The first time I saw him was when I was a new student at the Sekolah Agama and he had studied there long before I was. So I entered the class and the two friends I was close to had already save a place for me beside them. The seat was directly in front of him. And the moment I walked into the class... Gah! I was seriously speechless. It was not because he was astoundingly handsome. No. His skin was fair, yes. But there was just something about him that rooted me to the ground. I, then stumbled to my place whilst incoherently saying some greetings to my 2 friends. Hey, don't think I'm funny. I was a young girl, in love for the first time. What do you expect??

Well, then, to shorten the story, there was this one day where we didn't have any lessons during the school hours for the school was preparing for some occassion (I don't remember what). My other friends brought the rubber-bands-tight-together type of rope?? You know the ones we played 'Rumah Terbakar' and all sorts of other games. So they played with it. I didn't feel like joining so I sat alone; just being an audience. I didn't notice anything during that time, seriously, but the next day, my two closest friends pulled me to a corner and started whispering frantically how the boy I liked kept on staring at me. They even overheard him saying to his friends that he liked me. Lame, I know, but really. I was surprised to the max. But it wan't until I was at standard 5 that he confessed. But unfortunately, the relationship did not last long because I moved away with my family. So thats the end. FORGOTTEN...

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Ok, so Farah had talked about first love, then I'd like to talk about a PANIC ATTACK that I've experienced.

When I remembered it back, I was like... 'whoa... I've seriously panicked' because really. I panicked to the point of nearly passing out. The situation that trigger the panic was not a good one *cringes* but I'll tell you anyway.

It was during I was 16. Me and a friend decided that we were finally ready to have our ears pierced for the first time. So we went to the shopping complex and talked to the the person who'll piece out ears. I remembered walking around the shopping complex to calm myself down. It was pretty scary. Then the piercer (??) said that I shouldn't take off the custom earings until the third day. Ok, so I waited and all th ewhile I was excited to have the custom earings off me since I had even bought brand new earings to wear.

Then 3 days later, it was late in the evening, I finally had the courage to take off the earings. I tried and tried and tried but the earings just won't pull off. You know the custom earings they'd use with the pistol to shot off our ears, right? It was so tight. Then I managed to open earing on my right ear, and the left part was the main problem. Then I tried again, again and again and suddenly the earing just went INTO my ear. Not at the hole, but at the cuping (english??). It just buried there. I practically yelled out, first because it hurts, second... well, what'd you do in this situation?? I bang on the toilet's door (my mom was having her bath during that time) and screamed when I told her what happened. I walked back and forth in front of the toilet's door, my face drained of blood (my mom later told me this) and eyes nearly bugged out of its socket. Then I realised that my vision felt like they were spinning and I couldn't think straight. Words that shot out of my mouth was incoherent, I had some trouble breathing and my whole body was trembling. My mom then took me to the nearest clinic straight away for both the panic and earing problem. Wakakaka

So how was it for the first panic attack in my life? Pretty lame, huh? Hihi... Well, I think it was pretty interesting, really. I had any panic attack in my entire life and it was just that ONE time only. I may be someone who is 'cepat gelabah' or those sorts but, panic attack? Never. Never thougt I would experience it, and over the silliest thing, no less. Hahahaha

So that's it then for my post, this time. I gotta sleep. It's 3.35 am already.
Ah~ Insa one last time, then I'll crash. Hihi..
XD