Okay, this is February; so I guess I should write about love, love, love. Hmmmm, are you feeling mushy? Let's get my fingers typing now. How do I begin to write something about love? Oh well, I got a clearance from my brother to write something about his lovelife. Or should I say the love he never had ? Hahaha. I told him, maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it's an obsession with love. Well, let me kindly just rephrase it--maybe it's an obsession, period . But who are we to judge, anyway? This younger brother of mine (he is 7 years younger), when it comes to one person, is probably the world's shyest person. Well, torpe would have been the most appropriate word for it but I don't know how to translate that in English. I tried to Google it but I am not satisfied with the translation. But anyhow, he probably had reasons for being so shy about his feelings at that time because he felt he was no fit for her, being just someone who didn't have anything to brag about....