:: into slumber-land ::

The itchy fingers decided to work on a new layout.
The color purple. I'm out of my comfort black zone this time round.
Though dark colors has always appealed me more as compared to pastels.
A dinner date with a close friend last night got me thinking when she said, 'I finally woke up and realize I got to fix my life now.'

Cupid has a funny way of getting the least compatible couples together.
And more often than not, leading them to the route of melodramatic breakups.
My friend found herself along the way to the route when the calls just stop coming, when the other half decides to play a missing in action game, when the intimacy level had dropped to an alarming rate of zero and all hell break loose when the real deal was presented to her live - he and the other woman.
I saw her through the tough period.
The state of depression, the virtual obsession, the can't-get-over-the-fact that he's no longer hers and the fear of loneliness slowly creeping; paralyzed by her own thoughts became clueless on how to simply move on.
I could only tell her time is the best healer, having gone through the same period before.
And she did rise up to the challenge. She became a renewed self.
The wake-up call made her more confident and she knew that there are many things in her life that needed to be mended.
I am truly happy for her.

Sometimes when things don't turn out the way you want them to be -
where once you pictured a bed of roses waiting for you but instead found yourself pricked by its thorns; have you ever thought of why the love suddenly loses its magic?

I'm no magician.
But I think when it comes to love, you need a bag of little tricks; simply the things that can help rekindle the flame.
It's back to effort, ain't it.