Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Harry: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out.
I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.
I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts.
I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.
And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.
And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve.
I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.- Billy Crystal to Meg Ryan, When Harry Met Sally
So, needless to say things are going pretty well in that department. I'm not counting my chickens just yet though but at least with everything going on in my life right now, that's one thing less to think off and worry about. He's being so sweet and loving and characteristically/ uncharacteristically (go figure) open about how his feelings. I'm sure we're both just really tired of fighting.
I knocked some sense into my own head hence-while I am still quite anxious about things--I am no longer an excessively hormonal puffalump--well, maybe just a puffalump but I'm trying to do something about that too.
I took the train home last Monday and this couple caught my attention because they were uber sweet and all over each other. I was a bit put off at first but when I saw how he would look at her, right before he would kiss her (and he did kiss her a record number of times considering there were just about 3 stops from the time I got on the train), I couldn't help but feel jealous. It seems as if I haven't seen that look in sooooo long and I don't think I've seen him that in love with me since God knows when. It's sad. Maybe this is just my hormones talking but then again maybe not.
Every girl, at one point in her life, has dreamt of becoming a princess or at least to be treated like one. To this day, that's still what I want. I want the romance (minus the drama) and I want the whole production/ musical extravaganza. I want to be swept off my feet, dammit! Not just once in the bluest of blue moons but everyday. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not high-maintenance. I'm actually very easy to please...although not easy to figure out.
Had lunch with my co-Factory workers (that's what everyone seems to be calling it anyway!) and I felt conflicted with emotions. On one hand, I think I'm going to get along with the new kid on the block (I think we have to wait for the announcement before we can call him by name) and while this whole transition period is going to be crazeeee, I know that we'll make it. On the other hand, my Supah-visor only has 7 days left in this crummy ol' Factory. *sigh* Yes, he'll probably be back for consultation and what-not but it's still going to be different--very different.
Chris, Ayoko pa mag-emote! So no "goodbyes" or no "go team" messages for you just yet but thanks for the motivation. I needed that. Next week nalang tayo mag-drama. hehe :)
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