A new day. A new life.

Still feeling kinda queasy after a weird bout of food poisoning, and not feeling 100% yet. Back to work but still puking. Sigh.

Was daydreaming in my own lala-land again, and thought about love and life. For starters, i think love is a paradox. Love is selfless yet selfish. One can sacrifice a whole lot for love, one can do almost anything for this little thing called love. However, love is also selfish. True romantic love can only be shared between 2 people, no more, no less. Despite popular belief, threesomes are not fun when it comes to a real relationship. No one wants to share and no one will be able to endure the pain of sharing. So, no matter how much one can sacrifice, there will be a line drawn somewhere. We read of stories of polygamy and how emperors can take many concubines. It is just not right. I don't believe in it, and i can't believe anyone in the sane mind can be happy being 1 out of 2.

I still believe in true love, despite everything i've seen and went through. True love endures all things, and it stays strong, no matter what.

For me, i am gonna take a breather, sit back and let life happen.

"Hold on to patience and watch for the sign.
Everything in its time."