Cotton Candy Cure...

For days I have been hunting high and low for those candy clouds that I love so much. I was really saddened by the fact that I coudn't find it anywhere in Makati. For weeks, I have asked my office mates and friends to buy me one if they get a change to find a stall along the way to work or to our meeting place but for days and weeks, they come out empty handed. I couldn't get the cotton candy that I wanted.

Then, a miracle. And it was really just about time too, that I've stumbled upon a cotton candy stall on the way home. Though now I couldn't eat cotton candy while playing RPG. At least when I go home and feeling down and wanted so bad to stangle someone, I get a chance to calm myself down or try to be too hyper not to think of the awful day that happened today.

Okay, it wasn't that awful. Because, we didn't actually do anything today since the emails that I got to answer were only 20 all in all. But an incident at work really made my blood boil. What's really annoying is that it wasn't the guy that all of us hate. It was the lovable know-it-all in the group. And as I look at it closer, I know that it's only hormones that has got me into this boiling point. But at the moment, the thing he said really hurt me so much. And I've decided that I will not talk to him until he apoligize to me. I know, it's childish...but still I got hurt. All the planning, all the time that I have spent convincing my boss for a night out...it won't be fun if we're missing one person. I don't see why he couldn't see that.

Anyway, I guess the huge cotton candy that I ate to calm my nerves is already digesting because my blood has started to boil again just remembering the incident. The look on my office mate's face just makes me want to punch him (even though he has glasses on) just so that I can wipe that smirk off his face. Damn him if he watches a movie tomorrow!!!!

Anyway, cotton candy. The only reason I haven't trashed our computer yet is because of this gift from the heaven. That soft pink puff of cloud has really calms the nerves and numbs the tongue for too much sugar, really is heaven sent.

I guess, I wouldn't be writing here now if I didn't get to see that small stall inside SouthMall. I would be in a foul mood, pretending that everyone is against me, trying to think of a way to kill the guy who smirked at my face because he'd rather watch a movie that to spend a night out with us.