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PIECES OF ME Tuesday, November 15, 2005 |

(THIS ARTICLE WAS WRITTEN UNDER HEAVY DISGUISE TO PROTECT THE PRIVATE LIFE OF ANOTHER PERSON(S). NAMES AND PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGE.)

I just found out that one of my favorite seniors got married a couple months back.
I was browsing through the net and saw pictures of him with his wife. I was taken aback by those images. Not that it was unexpected or anything. I guess at some point in life people will get married and have kids and stuff, rite? Anyway I have the usual theatre practice tonight at the Alumni Tower. Yes the Old Boys of my school are rich enough to have our own building.


A few days back I meet a friend of mine who is running away from home after her parents disapproved of her relationship with a guy. We talk after weeks of not seeing each other. She tells me about the pressure of being told to go back to her parents and the agony of living with her boyfriend, seeing each other’s face without fail for one whole month. Truth is I kind of feel sorry for them. The guy’s reputation is pretty much down the drain when he fights for the girl in front of some of the most influential people in the country at a small country club. The parents give up on her and tell him, the bf, to just take her away. Now they are living in a small town off New York. They are making plans to go to London to continue their studies.
I am one of the people who advise her to follow her instinct. Her parents take away all the stuff that they have given her. Her computer, her rings and necklaces, her favorite perfumes and well, pretty much everything. She has to give up her dogs to SPCA.
Truth is I don’t know the consequence is going to be so bad. I mean, I kind of know the whole issue with the parents and all but never had I expected it to turn out this way.
The bf’s mother tells her to go back to her parents’ house, as it seems like the best thing to do at the moment. She tells us the story about her and some Crown Prince of a certain European country and how she leaves him after a fight with the parents. The parents of the Crown Prince tell her to leave their son and that they, the mother and the Crown Prince will not have the parents’ blessing.

As for now, I guess they are just going to stay together until the end of November, I think,