Before I hit CTRL+A+Backspace.... I was telling a crappy story on why only few of my friends know how I love Ricky Lee. Crappy because I was writing like my 11 year old self again -- long, flowery and too detailed. Not to mention... INCOHERENT. Yes, I can admit anytime that I used to be a scatterbrain with ideas here and there, with a train of thought crazier than 9 and 3/4.

Believe me, I've changed but lack of sleep really tortures my brain. If my brain waves can be measured by lines and graphs, it would definitely spell a downward spiral. Now, I can't even think straight but I really have to share this.

Earlier today, (and yes, this is because I've seen his 'Himala' interview and footage too many times because I spent almost the whole day at the editing bay) I've thought of things I'll do once I see the regal Ricky Lee.

There will be a book signing, including Trip to Quiapo even if it isn't a novel. Some chats and I'd definitely ask someone to take our photo.

Then, I suddenly thought that I maybe was just thinking aloud or that I'm planning something too impossible to happen anytime soon. So, I let it go, went home to get some clean clothes and take a long and refreshing shower.

Few minutes after the hour of ten, I arrived in the office and while I was rushing because I'm practically and technically late because the call time is 10:00 PM, I saw someone standing in front of the newsroom door talking to someone on the phone, he looked up for a while to greet me with a smile as I dashed through him, my instant reaction was a "Hi, hello Sir *smile*" and I did that like how an 11-year old would do it. It took a while before it hit me that the guy talking to the phone was Ricky Lee. It actually took me a second look because five minutes after seeing him smile at me, he was still there talking on the phone.

And the catch? That was the end of the story. Really.