I guess everyone of us have a melancholic side to get in touch with.
It is just the matter of proportion.

The night is a wonderful catalyst for all melancholic souls to whisper their blues.

I just love to do that.

I dont mean that I am a saddist or a born gloomy gus.

There is this unexplained element of the blues in me.

Of coz..of coz.

Isnt love what we are talking about here?

Under the dark skies,it's only the pain that love can bring that makes you sad.

Unforgetten love.
Broken love.
Unreciprocated love.
Betrayed love.
Abandoned love.
Forgotten love.

And whatever love.

What is that all about?

Must we always put ourselves to this ordeal,this hassle?

Cant life be better with or/and without it?

I am too aware about the perils of being in love.

It takes too many and too little at the same time to turn love ugly.

One of my friends,(I wont spell who)just step out of a love that seems all so sweet and positive.

If you watched the beginning,you cant believe this is the end.

What does it take?

Time is a powerful esscence.

Often than not,it doesnt help it to grow.

Maybe initially.But it threatens to test when the spell went off.

If you cant win it,you lost it.

I am thankful.

I dont wanna think about the many dangers and unwanted possibilities.

That's the price we all paid,dearly.

Ignored all the dangers(or rather braved it all) and step to the game.

If you lost once,twice or many times...

Would you give up?

Can you say that you would give up for sure?

When love comes, can you avoid it?
Shave and becomes a monk/nun and stay with the polar bear?

Dont you avoid it.

Even if it's a game meant to be lost and trap.

It is still a wonderful gift and lesson that God wants us to love.

To love is to....


Get hurts and try again,till you got the right one.

Hmm..

Blah!!!

That is STUPID!