The most spectacular, indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone. Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you're in love, you always want to be together, and when you're not, you're thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete. This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. It's when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because that's how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa. It's when they're the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It's the smile on your face you get when you're thinking about them and miss them. Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love. If you find it, don't let it go.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love. -Sophocles

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, Get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. If you don't send this to at least 8 people... who cares? George Carlin

The cold night wanes. The logs of the fIreplace crackle in response to the licking flames. Dressed in a black backless dress, she sits in the oversized armchair with her right knee hugged to her chest by her slender arms. A half empty bottle of a dry pinot noir sits next to an empty wine glass. The rim of the is glass marked by a crimson shape with a likeness to that of the woman's lips. Light from the fIre dances acros's her expressionless face. Her eyes, though lit from flames, are vacuous and empty. Her flowing blond hair drapes down the nape of her neck and rests on her bare shoulders, the bangs hang in clumps in front of her passive stare, wet with sweat.

Barely audible music plays through the stereo speakers of the living room. Sigur Ros' 'Alone'. The songs slow piano melody matches speed with the woman's heart beat. Behind her, a bay window gives view to a deserted beach on a cold January night. Palm trees fluster as though shaken by invisible hands. The dark ocean and black skies meld into each other making the horizon imperceptible.

The long, slender fIngers of her right hand are lightly wrapped around a cell phone, its LCD screen glowing blue-green. The screen of the phone displays a text message, "I'm sorry. But we're through". Having been slowly slipping under its own weight, the phone releases itself from her limp hand. It falls as if gravity is barely a factor. It seems to have more characteristics of falling silk than of plastic and metal as it makes its three foot descent to the marbled floor. Having not reacted to dropping the phone, she continues to stare at nothing even as it crashes to the floor. Remaining intact, the cell bounces twice before resting on the cold floor. The woman's crimson lips part. Her voice cracks and the word spoken is hushed like that of a whisper and laden with grief. "Bastard". Her chin wrinkles and her face becomes wrenched with agony as she doubles over, letting go of the grip of her knee and replacing it with her chest and stomach. Tears well in the ducts of her eyes. Both feet, strapped into stiletto's, are fIrmly planted on the marbled floor, toes angled inward. Moving her left hand from her stomach she lifts it to her stooping head and grips the damp hair above her brow in a fIst. Tears, released from sullen eyes, follow a predetermined path down the bridge of her nose coming to a stop at the tip before being pushed offby more tears. At ground level, tears spatter on blue and black marble as well as the glowing screen of the cell phone, almost as if determined to destroy that which brought them out.

Quiet sounds of grieving escape the woman's mouth as she gasps for air between bouts of heaving as one does when crying. Ceaseless tears continue to follow a predetermined path which is now darkened by running mascara making the fIrst few tears seem as if they were shepherds marking the way for their flock.

Outside, a vertical rain falls heavily. Inside, the fIre has been reduced to embers and the speakers of the stereo play a new melody, static; The chorus, a soft sobbing.

After being MIA for about 1 and a half weeks, I managed to get myself to blog again. Sorry to those who follow my blog and then suddenly realise that I have not been blogging. Actually, the reason for the lack of post these few days is because I've been somewhat busy. Many things to follow up and there's a taxing schedule and deadline to stick to. It's difficult to keep up with blogging. Having to find some interesting stuff and blog about it - it's not that easy. Anyway, caught Ultraviolet last night. The CGI is damn cool. They even soften and smooth out the faces of the actors and it acheived the effect of the likes of Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. A check on a few friends' blog shows that a few of them are feeling down or sad or disappointed with something. Anyway, let's just all cheer up and study hard for the upcoming Chinese O Lvls yeah? Don't think much or worry about anything. I'm sure it will sort itself up. (The above paragraph is written without much intentions, so please DON'T use your INFERENCE skills and try to infer something from it. OK?)

Bleach is officially licensed. And that means, it would be damn difficult to get fansubs of it. Damn. How sad right.