April 22-23, 2005 (weekend)
- took home office laptop and worked on strategy paper due on Monday. On a topic which I felt I was only beginning understand last Friday.
April 24 (Monday)
- three of us hastily put together whatever we had on the paper. I’m afraid the output sorely reflected the fact that three of us wrote it, written while juggling other tasks and struggling with late nights and personal distractions and whatnot. Remember thesis days, arrggghs…
- the email message mika wrote when sending me the consolidated draft read: “Woot. Sumasakit na ulo ko sa puyat at gutom.” Quote of the week, easily.
- Dinner was an impromptu home-cooked meal at abby’s place. Abby had wine and pasta, we went to the grocery for other supplies (including double-layer fudge chocolate cake, mmm). Jaypee made chicken parmigiana, Abby did a shortcut carbonara sauce involving nido soup, while I, well, I was in charge of washing and tearing the lettuce and slicing the baguette since that’s basically all I could be trusted with. We were quite pleased with the results. For a spur-of-the-moment dinner among friends who don’t even see each other that often, our four-course dinner (yes, four, abby insisted that the nido soup counts) was not bad at all. I think by midnight we were still determinedly making our way through the chocolate cake. Sigh, wish there’d more nights like that.
April 25, 2006 (Tuesday)
- Got to meet Don’s cousin Joann who’s visiting from Boston. Digital pictures from that night (I really hope they won’t end up online somewhere, please, guys) made me realize yet again how huge I’ve become. Must be the double-layer fudge chocolate cake. And years of regret.
April 26 (Wednesday)
- Bo-boo. Was walking back to the office from a meeting when my sandals decided to give out on me. Disgruntled. Sat at a flowerbox while wondering what to do. Take a cab home and get another pair of shoes? Take a cab to the mall and buy another pair of shoes? Take a cab to the office and wing it from there? The office, by the way, was just a few blocks away. Mika chose that time to send me a text message telling me about a meeting that afternoon and asking “Til what time ka dyan?” I was like, umm, it kinda depends. I called her and screamed my frustration, and finally Rondell, my knight-in-shining-armor-with-havaianas-to-the-rescue (thanks, Rondell!), came and picked me up. “You’ll find me in that street near Greenbelt Park sitting on a flowerbox and sulking,” I told him. And he did.
It’s only Wednesday. Who knows what the rest of the week has in store for me?