Wesley's Tool-Box

It was her smiles, her sense of humour, her warmth. I couldn't go on further without professing my true feelings for her. As we returned from the airport and settled down at a cafe, I bit the bullet.

"I want to live with you for the rest of my life."

With that, teardrops of surprise and joy started rolling down her face. We made up our minds - we would go through whatever mountains and obstacles that now may lie ahead of us together until the end. The rest is history.

Calendar rolls around, and it's yet another Friday the 13th time. So far the weather has been splendid, a sputtering spring shower from the sky contaminated with yellow dust from - who else? - China has been gracing the field for a while. My throat hurts a bit for no particular reason. And I don't think I'll be able to get much work done today.

At least I get to see a Cirque de Soleil performance (Quidam) tomorrow with my lovely girlfriend. Hope it'll cancel out any bad voodoo I get today.

Oh, and I HATE SPAM. I've been clearing out a gutload of spamblock log from my server. 500MB? Unbelievable. So spam somewhere else, losers.