Magic...

There are certain things in life that are just absolutely movie moments. It was as it it was magic...


I told the story of him to Qert with such expression and animation that even I surprise myself. As wonderful as recounting the encounter, it was just as painful when I get to the part where I watch him walk away.

I must be oily when it's close to bleeding time and behold, yeah, I'm bleeding. My legs feel like it's giving way from me and I feel so faint. I feel so as if I shouldn't be at work.

The race is tonight. I have handed over everything I need to hand over to my trusted No. 2.

At this point, since I've been irritated for 2 days, I want nothing more than to make this little 18 year old my ally. I wish she would just irritate the hell out of him like how he irrirates the hell out of me. The way he treats her, the way he "show off" how much a "man" he is with everyone else and his attitude towards her, I really hate it. Then again, in the eyes of the 18 year old, he can do no wrong. (Do I blame her? I've been there.. Sigh)

If there could be a wave of a magic wand, I would make it that these two persons just stop letting everything get in the way and get on in their merry world. And for this eediot to stop treating women/ladies/young ladies that way. They are not toys. Women are treasures.

It is through these encounters that I am so glad that I have Steve. I have indeed found the right man to marry. The entire "perfect" and magical feeling I get when I go to Starbucks, it will not be there for close to 2 weeks beginning tomorrow. I can stay home and sulk all I want. (and save some money not having to buy coffee)

I will probably finish the entire Season 1 of Desperate Housewives. :)

The worse thing about have these 4 days of rest is not having Steve for a day at all. I miss being in his arms and I really miss how he makes me laugh...