They say that:
Love is easy to feel.
Love is hard to explain.
Love is easy to get.
Love is hard to let go.
Love is easy to spell.
Love is hard to define.

Yet everyone is still taking the risks. But no one has an idea if the risk is worth it. Unless after they get hurt or after their happy endings.

You can't finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to move on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Hmm... what could be interpreted here?

Love?

Well, Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. Its a lifetime adventure in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.

I like that book part. It's really versatile.

It's a little too late to write. I've so much to say that are currently stuck in my head. They're all waiting to be said and done but I'm really drowsy and I feel dizzy. This is the wrong time to get inspired.

I have no more energy to get frustrated. Quite a predicament. It's a pisser because, the moment I wake up tomorrow, all of these matters will disappear and it would take weeks or months to develop another bunch of decent rants and raves. Hmph. For example, ever familiar of double standard? Today, the girls seem to be falling for the boys and they'd do anything, serenades, buy them flowers and gifts, etc., to attract their ideal boys. It's pretty awkward if you ask me, but all's fair in Love and War. It's a changed era. The only permanent thing in this world is change and the method of Love could also be revised. I'm not sure, I just said it could. However, the essence still the same right? Right, now I'm really dizzy. I need to sleep.

Oyasumi...

Some hate how coffee turns into an addiction and how it keeps you up all night. Some hate how it burns and makes your heart beat fast -- especially how it makes you crave for its rich and sweet promises of grains, milk and sugar. Moments later, it puts you into a melancholic mood of coldness. Before you realize, it has consumed you before you should have consumed it.

Empty. Hollow. Bitter. Then again, you crave for another cup...

... just like Love.

Okay, no staying up late for me for a while. Talk about frustrating. I hate colds. A sudden chill triggered me to sneeze like crazy. And then comes the wet tissue papers. I can't think straight and damn, I'm so close to the freaking conclusion of my new short story. I'm so bummed because all my positive juice has been replaced by the blank thoughts of stress and the urge to sleep immediately.

I can't rush this short story. It's properly planned and written it would be ashamed to just rush things out for the sake of finishing it. Snap. Forget it, maybe I'll feel better in the morning.

One day, Love and Friendship met. Love asked, "What's your purpose if I already exist?" Friendship smiled and said, "... to put a smile where you left tears." Love asked, "Well, if that's what you do, how come there are still many people crying?" Friendship said, "It's my fault, instead of doing my job, I sometimes end up doing yours."

Communication breakdown. This is what happens when people try to write and be writer wannabes and because they're badly in need of attention. In the end, sacred literature is desacrated. Demo, I shouldn't discourage other people to write and I shouldn't encourage to read them if they don't suit me. Live and let live.

"Is that what I'm doing all along?"

Do I need attention that bad? Do I seek acknowledgement? Do I require someone to praise me? I've never looked at a pen and paper the same as before. Maybe they do have a point.

Writer's block is a problem. However, instead off reading a novel or going out, I prefer to sleep it all off. I get fresh ideas and point of views after waking up, then it's time to put in on the paper. Don't get me wrong because sleeping isn't exhausting, plus I need it anyway.

If you can't sleep. Write about it. Yep. Write all about your mental block. Although, some people find it boring to write about writer blocks -- boring enough to make them sleep.

It's also a little helpful to imagine tomorrow as the point deadline even though the real deal would take place a week earlier.

Going outside for some fresh air or walking down the street is also an effective way to find fresh ideas.

Ideas then could be split from pros and cons that would lead to an argument that'll aid in adding more content for the topic.

I also watch the TV, listen to the radio and read a novel.

If all else fails, try asking someone out.

What is the secret of happiness? I found the answer in my home. The wall says be strong. The ceiling says aim high. The door says be open. The window says learn to give and take. The clock says time is gold. The calendar says love everyday as if it is the last day. The cabinet says keep things in order. The bed says take time to relax. The lamp says be the light and God, who is found everywhere in my house says keep the faith because I am with you always.