I slept really early last night. Before 8 pm. I took the muscle relaxant pill and it totally drifted me off to a deep sleep till this morning. It has been quite a while since I got a decent sleep, so that was a treasure.

How I wish I could pop a pill like that everyday.

A pity that I've lost my ability to have proper sleep. It is reversible, but I'm just not that disciplined. Oh well.

Anyways, I was having the usual chit-chat session with my colleagues about his woes on love. It's sad, really. Makes me wonder what love is really about.

Is it love when all you feel is more heartache than happiness? How can love cause a person his/her downfall or make him/her suffer every minute of the day when love is suppose to be - as people claim it to be - such a wondrous thing?

I say, having a crush countless times on a person who is out of your reach, is much more fun than falling in love. I say, no strings attached is better than being attached cos there's no need to worry if he/she feels as much about you or being calculative on each other's efforts in keeping the love in between alive.

All that typing on love itself is making me tired already, what more if I were to talk about it. Worse if I have to go through it!

Maybe I'm just not convinced as yet. Funny how people say to me that we should give it a shot at least once when they themselves are suffering as hell being in one.

BUT I'm not the one we should worry about. Am now on a quest to find a dear friend a suitable partner. However, looking at my social circle, I doubt I can find the one that fits her bill. Still, am trying for her sake.

Loneliness can make people a lil cuckoo I guess. But for some, it kills.



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