We're Crazier Than We Think We A9.05.2004re!

We're Crazier than we think we are!

I am elated and that's an understatement.

I have just been a victim of a "too-good-to-be-true" bashing that took one week to prepare, and a number of accomplices to coax me into waking up on an early Saturday morning.

The culprit: MY S.O.

Modus operandi: To make me get up early morning on a weekend, while making me practically clueless of what's about to unfold.

Of course, that's hard to do. It's hard for him to keep a secret and it's harder for me to get up early. But hey! He was able to pull the whole thing off! I have always thought that the means don't justify the end. But some two days ago, let me be the first one to antagonize that adage. The "end" is definitely directly dependent on the means. You see, that four-letter-word cliche that homo sapiens call LOVE make people do crazy stuffs. But this time, I have just proven that they can get crazier than that.

He's here--my sole proof that women my age are already capable of saying they are "already fulfilled" despite their lack of necessary turmoils (read: heartaches and lots of it...) and despite their age. He's already here--my sure-shot backstage passes to the secrets of making LDR's work for our advantage.

We have just proven ourselves a failure in this LDR thing. We are crazy to believe that LDR's actually work. It doesn't. It won't. Not in this world, not in this civilazation. The need to be with one another tricks us into believing that we can outsmart LDR. We can't.

I am elated--and that's an understatement.