I spent three hours of my time today from 6:00 o’clock in the evening belting out the pop and slow-rock love songs that I could think of in my small apartment. Thanks to my friend’s “Magic Sing” it does (so I guess) make your voice pleasing to your neighbors’ ears.

And I realized that sometimes and oftentimes we sing songs, sentimental love songs in particular either to fill the loneliness of our hearts or to express what we couldn’t say in words. Added to these reasons is the fantasy of love that you can never have and the longing for genuine cherish moments that come once in a blue moon.

We all have our own love stories to share. Some confidently talk about them without being bothered to be branded “kiss and tell” while others choose to keep inside their heart pretending that they’re innocent of any “love scenes” when dared to divulge such hallowed affair. I do have lots of chapters of my own love stories and I find them all exciting but odd.

They say “age is not a factor of love.” I beg to disagree. Age does matter! Younger people tend to be flirty and oftentimes display acts of immaturity while older people act very wise and almost always quite insensitive to your intimate needs. Despite of regarding that person, regardless of age, as someone whom you love and care for, the story ends in one the same climax: both of you are no longer compatible with each other. And then love gurus tell you to love not only their strengths but also their weaknesses. What if their enormous weaknesses undeniably overshadow their minute strengths?

Then friends give you their own piece of advice: love is a test of patience and trust. Until when is the right time to say ‘enough is enough’? Is it when the damage has already been done? Or is it when the disciples of love preach that those who are truly in love don’t utter the negatives but embrace them instead?

The oddest of them all is when the time when you meet special people and then eventually you would come to know that they’re taken; put your heart a rest and then it starts beating again, and just when you thought you met the right person the ending of the story got even worst….not only are they married but they got kids. And so you start caring for yourself trying to be more inquisitive and watchful of your dates…and the same old story got ‘worsier’, not only are they married and got kids but they’ve got more others! Now, isn’t this odd?

True, there is no ‘perfectness’ in the name of love. But what if you keep on loving people without realizing you’re becoming a slut yourself? Then love ‘psychologists’ automatically reject such idea: it is not love but lust! As a final solution, friends in low places caution you not to allow love to play you rather play love like a solitaire until each card come to its rightful place. And so how long does one of the two, three, four or even five lovers you have at the same time to finally appear to settle down and tie the knots with you?

The odds of love can never changed…and so does the story that comes with every single part of it. As to me, when confronted with these odds of love, I simply sing along and start belting out!