It's 3 AM And I'm Still Awake

...And why is that?

Well, aside from the fact that I have chronic insomnia and I have just finished reading The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder for my girlfriend's sister's book report, it came to my mind that I never visited the PICPA website since I passed the CPA board exams last May 2010. So, I did. The site had a major makeover and it's more pleasing to the eyes now and oh, there are the updates and...the login button. As an Accountancy student, I always had this secret fantasy to be able to log in to the PICPA website and feel that I am some part of a secret club where I can read secret stuff which I can only read when I pass the board exam. So, with all the excitement, I clicked the register button, grabbed my PRC license and filled out the form, clicked "validate info" and...it took me to another registration page which asked for more information, filled that one out too, clicked "register" and then:

 So, I clicked "OK" which led to this:

and I clicked "OK" several times and finally gave up. T_T

Geez. I thought my fantasy would come true tonight. Bummer.

I should sleep now.

In the Storm in My Best Dress

She dropped her off right at her place, she just kept on walking in the rain. She didn’t feel sad or lonely.In fact, if you had seen her, you could see the serenity on her face as drop by drop the water hit her skin, washing away her worries, the coldness making her feel more alive than ever. She misses this… She misses not caring about what tomorrow would be… She walked on… Their song played on her headphones…

Kissing in the rain. I love you. Don’t leave me. I’m yours. Forever. Promise.

She screamed at the top of her lungs…

One name, three words…

Warm tears fell on her cheeks, but she smiled and walked on.

“I have to get home now…and take vitamin C and warm tea.”

Haha. She cares about tomorrow after all.

Crushed and Crumpled.

I wanted to tear the letter you gave me during our 2nd anniversary,but I can't bring my hands to do so. I crumpled it instead. Crumpling the letter would still allow me to read what you wrote and gave me hope that maybe things would be back the way they were. However, the creases would remain there - a painful reminder that even if things would get better, it doesn't mean that everything would be the same.

I'm wishing for the best, expecting the worst..............