Love.

Love for Buchok makes me play with him, no matter how tired I am.

Love for my job makes me stay even when I get curse text messages for the uncredited referral bonus at early dawn.

Love for my family keeps me stay with them even at most times I want to give up on them.

Love makes Hannah still my best friend, no matter how many times she stood me up on a Friday night.

Love from my friends keeps me moving on knowing I have extreme mood swings and hibernation moments.

Love for my mum helps me understand her that she has other needs, too.

Love for mother earth makes me keep plastics for recycling no matter how crowded my cubicle can get.

Love for writing keeps me writing knowing that I am clearly not good at it.

Love for the inexplainable feeling I get keeps me singing at the top of my lungs.

Love for relationships -- nurturing and noursihing them, without expecting something in return.

Love. Love. Love keeps me going everyday not knowing what is ahead of me.