Que sera sera

I will kill my fairy godmother the next time I see her. My Valentine wish did not come true--that is, to know if I'll end up with Mr. Frog. 'Til now I still don't know, like a floatsom at sea, aimless and adrift.

On the brighter side, the conversation I had with Mr. Frog must've been the most meaningful, so far. He even introduced me to some more members of his family, particularly his two married sisters who are now based abroad. I met them over dinner with Mr. Frog through the three photographs they sent him.

Face to face, I've so far met three of his nephews and their only baby sister--sons and daughter of his only older brother. I've had the privilege of joining them go malling sometime in November last year, and then again in December for a movie preview of the "Return of the King."

What's more, Mr. Frog has actually started sharing some of his personal problems, one involving finances and the other involving his dad. Overall, it never ceases to amaze me how I am so comfortable being around him, excluding his straitjacket moments.

One part of me is aching to infiltrate that wall, but the other part wishes to stay away from it--a constant struggle between my heart and my mind. My mind wants to be "just friends" with him, but my heart cannot lie in wanting him and wanting to be with him.

If only I can blame my fairy godmother for this blasted misery! I can't. In the meantime, life goes on. Whatever will be, will be.