broken glass...

it was one of those days...when karen and i were just in one corner, striking what we love to call our "intelligent conversations", that again made me think. for the almost 3 years that we've known each other, and the countless times we've done this, i always end up thinking about the stuff we talked about, no matter how random it might be.

here's an example:

we were at the library yesterday around 3pm, and while we were waiting for our friends to end a meeting(which took longer than expected.*snarls), and we were just so starving, so i broached a subject (which i won't disclose), and our conversation went like this:

chai: "that's the thing i hate the most about causing a rift between a former good friend...it's like breaking a glass--no matter how much you try to fix it up, it's still broken, leaving you a reminder that it will never be fixed, evident in the cracks and the missing pieces..."

karen: "but still, you can always pick up the broken pieces, melt it and build it again..."

chai: "it's not the same, though...you know it was already once broken..."

karen: "yeah, but you could still turn it into something pretty..."

chai: "not anymore...it's not the same glass...i'm so pessimistic, aren't i?"

karen: "i know, right?"

the things you can say when you're starving, huh?:))