When do life's favors come in gift-wrapped boxes?

Been in a daze the whole day.

It seems as though the love of my life is pretty happy with someone else.
And all seems good enough for them to get married.

Ouch.

Remembered the fat guy from the movie "HITCH".

He knew that he doesn't stand a chance of being with the love of his life. And so the only thing that he can do is wish that she's happy with someone else.

And it feels as though I am left to do the very same thing. Is this the universe's way of telling me that I should forget him because it was all in my mind? Nothing was ever going to happen?

It hurts just to think so. But maybe, just maybe, the universe was actually doing me a favor.

He reached out for my hand... then what?

It was just like in the movies.

He came toward me, introduced himself, and reached out for my hand.
It didn't hurt that his hand easily enveloped mine, his grip firm, and his face so adorable that I would've gladly said that I be his lover.

So the next question is... what's going to happen next?

Hopefully, a fantasy becoming a reality.

What is up with 3 am?

Found myself waking up at 3 am this morning, again.

While there might be a certain romance to it, I'd rather sleep quite peacefully.

Will Adam ever be enough for Eve?

Last night, I went to one of women's most visually pleasurable parties this side of the city.

Or so they say.

Last night, I had the chance to see 69 gorgeous almost-naked men.

They strutted along the runway wih looks ranging from indifference, smugness, and amusement, wearing nothing but their underwear

While the experience was a new as a freshly baked bread, this virgin didn't have that much fun like everyone else. After about seeing 12 naked chests... well, I actually got bored.

Yes, bored.

While almost-naked gorgeous men strutt in front of me and people scream at them around me, I was getting bored every second. It was like, "So, this is it? This is what the fuss is all about?"

While an officemate did say "well, you didn't go there to be intellectually stimulated.", I'm thinking that there must be something different with me. Because why the hell were my officemates who are the epitomes of the cosmo women having so much fun while I wasn't? Because frankly speaking, I got more interested looking at the people's expressions than the strutting happening on the catwalk.

So for this virgin who hasn't been in a relationship asks the question, "What is the fuss all about?"

Are you slacking off on your job, Mr. Sandman?

I had trouble sleeping, AGAIN.

I slept at 11 and found myself staring at the sloped white ceiling of my room at 1:30.
Then I went online, tried to tire out my eyes, and then went off to bed.
But when back in bed, I was just fidgeting and fidgeting until the sun was peeking in the east.

Now, I am here at work and I am currently suffering the beginning of a mother headache. I guess, now, it must be the tired eyes. UUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Mr. Sandman, you're so incompetent.

If only I can fire you.