Where is he? Where is he? Indeed where is he? Or maybe who is he? When will I meet him? How my heart cries out for him. This time it is a him and not a Him. But maybe I should really be pining for a Him as it is only Him who will bring him to me. I need to know him. Please. So I can end all the madness brought about by other unworthy candidates and at least prevent the gush of blood from my bleeding heart. Tsk. Cheesy. No I am never cheesy. At least I like to think so myself. I am after all, aptly described by someone as an ice queen. Cool, rational and cold like ice. Better make my heart like ice as well. Then again nice to find out soon enough before the heart bled to death. What am I doing? Getting distracted again when deadlines are snapping at my heels. But I thought he will bring relief and give inspiration to proceed with work. Well indeed there was inspiration borne out of melancholy, maybe or perhaps, bitterness. No not anger. It is not a worthy or sufficient feeling. There is nothing to be angry about after all. It was a game I entered voluntarily. Blame is on me as much as it was on him. No paragraphs on this entry just as my thoughts are running like fire. Now I must convert all these overzealous neural circuits to the articles I am writing. Boo him.