Have I met you yet?

Today is a bright Monday, and the weekend was great.. I could say I spent it just the right way. By tomorrow, when I come to the office, I know close office workers like the preggy hot momma Carrie (Click here to see her account), or Deryl (Hit this to see her face) will surely ask me the status of my heart.

I couldn't say a word but only a grin in my face with a bashful line, "Dating". And Carrie would act so kilig over it that if I finally see a partner, she's surely the very first person to hug me and say "Finally."

Funny as it seems but I understand that these girls constantly wish me to be happy because they know I deserve it... and they are even more excited than I am. More than that, they want me to find the best for me. Unfortunately, in the track record, I haven't found someone that fits my glass... or rides a similar boat that I have. They always drift a little far and we never connect. Several times I have to frankly tell them what they have to work on... and I keep draggin them to my boat. But I realize it won't work that way.

I had enough of that. Deryl, Carrie, and Floe knows that I need someone that fits me - someone who has the same feelings as I. It should be two people working for harmony, but not one person dragging the other.

It made me think that indeed, that distant break-up, has a reason. That is embedded on my Last Song Sydrome (LSS) : "I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. I broken my heart I stopped keeping track... I tried so very hard not to lose it, made up a million excuses. 'Coz I haven't met you yet."

At this point in my blog, allow me to take a shift: I have to be honest to my beloved blog. I don't want this blog to act foolish.

Those lines tell me that lover must be somewhere around the corner. And here's a fact: before, I sing those lines to comfort me. Now, i sing those lines to suppress my feelings for somebody.

Admittedly, I can see and feel several symptoms that I'm inlove. After all my seeming desperation, I know I should have been happy. It makes me think "This is what I have been looking for".. or "This is exactly the feeling I was looking for". This could be jubilation! Yet this moment isn't going to be a jubilation. This pains me primarily because I know I should do my best to supress the feel-good. I think this is how I would end my blog. I'll keep on trying to suppress it as much as I could - the first time in my entire life.

I wished we met earlier than this. I wish I'm resistant to feel and see that we both connect very well, that we have almost exactly the same values and ideas.

Michael Buble's song is going to help me. Just like how it helped me before.

If Carrie and Deryl asks me again, I'd grab a pen, use it as my microphone as sing:

I might have to wait, i'll never give up. I guess its half timing, the other half's luck. Wherever you are, whenever it's right... you'll come out of nowhere and into my life."