Saturday, July 12, 2008
Levitating death @ 9:29 AM
Perhaps the good thing about my room view is that I can see those big fluffy white clouds float by, like wheeeeee. Among the humongous white ones, hid some shy grey cotton balls, as if afraid to bang into each other and create sparks of raindrops.

The white one is simply huge. Trust me.

To quote someone--Why is love so complicated?

To quote myself--It isn't anyone's fault. It is just how things turn out that screws up our lives.

When we are safe of trouble, we always say that we will act according to logic when something happens. But, when it happens to us, how many people actually really do it?

Love, or at least affection, is not something that can be switched on or off using a switch. Neither is it a string which can be cut using a scissors.

It's possible, but it means pulling and tearing out a big part of your heart, leaving a fragment there which may or may not heal depending on the person.

And for someone who first experience it, they won't dare, and won't bear, to go through such kind of torment, for they think there must be a way to solve the problem the way they see it.

What to expect next?