the Binky Lampano dance

@ the 70s Bistro August 22, 2007

gig was a blast!

Binky and Lampano Alley rock!

sweaty! hehe!

askew

when i let my eyes roam our sala, i can see at least three things that are askew. you know the phrase "has really opened up the space"? oh yes! i am so reveling in our space made new by pulling stuff around and putting things askew :D.

i decided i could no longer stand The Way Things Were. it was ugly.

first, i started in my bedroom. i closed the door and pulled my bed to the other side of the room. oh, wait. we're talking about a queen semi-poster bed here so i made it skate over and around, on cloth trapo.

oooh, it really opened up the space :D.

i can now totally live in/ enjoy the huge window as it's now THERE instead of just there. i also took steps to get myself a proper desk, the one i've always wanted, a big one that's shorter than standard :D. i don't have it yet but in my heart i have it already, hehe.

taking advantage of a few nights of having the sala to myself, i've spent two nights pulling things around. after the first night when i was only half-done, i went to sleep at five am, expecting to be awakened at six by our kasama's shriek at finding the sala in chaos, looking like it was ransacked. hehe. she survived the shock, i stayed in sleep.

for now i am done :D.

this is the reason why i didn't have things fitted/ fixed. i was sure that at some point i would die from not being able to move things around.

it's so amazing how life is made new by recreating a space. it's unbelievable. i can work again. i can live my life again.

bleh

this is me making a face at you.

i feel uncomfortable.

i feel uncomfortable because i am aware i have not made progress even though i already know which direction i am going (that's the extent of my movement, but at least). i also know i have miles to go. miles to go before my first big milestone. i'm not scared about the miles to go because i'm sure i will love it. i'm just uncomfortable because i should be making a move on already!

and yes, i'm also uncomfortable because it doesn't feel good not being able to tell the people who matter and who care, that no, i have hardly done anything, errr, yet.

aside from that, i am also not liking the person i love(d) much and that is always uncomfortable. and sad.

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but at least, i blurted out already the study i wanted to do, to the people concerned. hehe. and they didn't say no. (but i wish they would be more enthusiastic, hehehe).

and finally, after three months, had the talk i'd been needing to have. talk was good. but life is sad.

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but uncomfy is good :D

estadistika

in the last week!

classes attended: one, with quiz (to give it weight)

related materials "read": one thesis, one book, 3 journal articles (does it count that i purposely read all last four in one day to improve my stats? ehehehe)

"clients": two counselees, and one cancelled testing referral (which makes it two haha!)

movies seen: 5! ooops! but it's only because it's cinemanila :D

bottles of beer on (intestinal) wall: 3 and 1 mojito

loads of laundry: four! but that's because i super multi-classify according to color, and type of material hihi

dish cooked: oooh, did a mean pork binagoongan! yummmeeeeh. i have to toot my own horn, no one else has tasted it. hahaha!

resolutions for the week ahead: 75 million :D

clothes and the cabbie and the paparazzi

minsan, gusto ko talaga mag costume. hehe.

one time, nag mall kami ng housemate ko at nanood ng sine. tanong niya, "which gala are you going to?". hehe. natuwa ako.

naka-flowing skirt eklat kasi ako nun. wala lang, yong gusto ko lang magsuot ng may konsepto.

alam mo yong gusto mo mag costume para maiba/ magkaron ng twist, pero ayaw mong may makakapansin sa yo? hahahaha :p

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one time, as we were coming home in a teksi, roommie and i, bundled in with the groceree/shopping, and we were, you know, chatting ourselves silly, and the manong driver, maybe feeling like, heyman, wheredahell we goin' man, says to us in the middle of our chat, "misis, san tayo dadaan?"

whada? that shut us up for a good three minutes. it doan feel so good man, being called a missus when it ain't true maaaahn, and besides, wadidhemean missus? we look like olegirls, man? isdatit? and besides, which one of us did he mean?

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and so it certainly lit me up like a Christmas bulb was spreading gladness inside me, when the very next week, on the way to school, taxi man says, "Ne, papasok ba tayo sa ______?"

oooh, Nene! maybe i wasn't the missus after all :D

and the two other times it happened after that, man that felt good.

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but then, i wore this Lola (vintage print) empire-cut dress and when the taxi driver dropped me off, he went, "O, ingat ka ha, buntis ka pa naman."

waaaaaaah, toink!

how do you explain, manong, yes i have bilbil but it's also the thing to wear stuff that look like they're for preggers.

manong, talaga hahahahaha.

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spent time with old old friends last week, and i discovered that there appears to be a perk with having a husband.

there we were on one long table, and hubbies would regularly stand up from their meal, and take photos of their wife and whoever was sat beside their wife (like the baby or the friend newly arrived). as in! it was like wives had their personal paparazzi who snapped shots without being asked at very regular intervals.

amazing.